A walk through time

A collection of my work


4. Death

Soft on my cheak,
I hear it whisper,
It begs for attention ,
Harkens me to submission,

My body grows cold ,
As it leans in with ease,
weakened by its actions ,
I fall to my knees.

I try to resist ,
But it reads my mind,
I try to move ,
But it hurts this time ,

I call out in pain ,
What do you want?!?!?
It doesn’t answer ,
And all at once I know.

Numbness enters my body ,
The wind calls out my name,
As off in the distance ,
I can feel somethings changed

Lights surround me ,
Im almost gone ,
Death has come to call,
Hes taking me home .

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