Below is the poem entitled Death Comes which was written by poet
Guazon. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Fright was something I had always lived by.
The thought that one day I would die,
I could not do anything other than deny.
For the end comes to all those who defy.
Our death-bed we knew has already been made.
To God for salvation, every night we prayed.
Our lives, for years is like a one big crusade;
On our shoulders the war is heavily weighed.
Death comes day by day to take someone to hell;
Our destruction, almost everyone can foretell.
Everyone has long said their farewell,
Coz the death in the air we can all but smell.
When morning comes, so does the severity of agony.
To flaunt their superiority, they had the audacity.
As evening arrives, death comes oh so randomly.
So in our hearts there's nothing left but apathy.