A Cold Winter Chill (Death)

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Brr, sniff, cough, brr, cough, sniff,
Don't smoke but smell a weed spliff.
Coughing continued, walking up a hill.
A cold winter chill,
Chest is tighter still.
Avoiding the leaves,
Quite a soft breeze,
Feeling heavy on the knees.
Thinking left and right off the track,
Heart pumping fast and argh, an attack!
Fell down to the ground, flat on my back.
Oh, how I yearn for Summer's return,
Going to sleep now, please don't let me burn.
Death is surely calling and I see the Grim Reaper,
Tuning out of this reality, static on my speaker.

  • Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 11th, 2024 02:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a fictional tale of death.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25
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