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Death

  • Writer: Jeannelle
    Jeannelle
  • Feb 18, 2020
  • 1 min read

Death lies beside you while you’re sound asleep.

Its cool breath sharp against your pulsing neck.

Whispers sound, but turn around, not a peep.

Every now and then you will have to check.

Heart pounds and perspiration starts to form.

It is always a step ahead of you;

Watching you among the shadows that swarm.

And you must know that whatever you do,

Don’t you dare look it in between the eyes.

Don’t offer it a challenge; you will lose.

The one thing that we all seem to despise,

It is a destiny we could not choose.

From the very moment we are all born,

We’re bound by a contract that ends by morn.


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