Death Stalks
Walking stalking behind us
Not seen or making a fuss
You can’t see it as it goes
Even if your pace does slow
Even if you spin around so fast
You may catch a glimpse that doesn’t last
Can you feel their breath on your neck
Know until your day death will not take affect.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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