I am death, a lonely figure,
My job is grim, my touch is bitter.
People fear me, they run away,
But I am here, I cannot stray.
I take the ones you hold so dear,
I bring them to a place unclear.
I know you hate me, that's okay,
I'll do my job, come what may.
I wish I could be something more,
But this is my fate, forevermore.
I'll try to make it easier, you'll see,
To accept that this is how it has to be.
So when your time comes, do not fear,
For I am gentle, I am near.
I'll guide you to a peaceful rest,
And leave you with my solemn best.
Death is not the end, you'll find,
Just a new chapter, unwind.
Embrace the journey, let it be,
For in the end, you'll be free.
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Author:
Angela (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was written behind a prompt I found intriguing I hope you like it.
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Personified death in this poem becomes a known entity and the read is a most pleasant one. Very nicely written.
Awe thanks so very much
A job that needs to be done for people who do not understand. Have you watched Dead Like Me?
An interesting and thought-provoking write. Thank you.
Thank you I thought so too and yes I watched the entire series.
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