Death
And I stared at Death in the eye
A lonesome man more like a spy
Reminding me of my mortality
My life full of weakness and fragility
He lurks in the dark shadows of my mind
Whispering that life is nothing but a lie
And he a sweet repose for the tortured soul
Sucking us out into a big black hole
I taunted him and said he is only a bridge
To the children of God a passing fridge
For their souls fly up to the highest heaven
For them Death is only a defeated weapon
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2019
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