He came to me
was here last night
held my hand
swore it would be alright.
With soft spoken words
and deep trust in his eyes
he spoke of a place
where serenity lies.
Promising to help
guide the way
said he'd be back
for a visit today.
I finally spoke up
for I desired it bad
my soul was aching
for this peace he had.
With such a beautiful gift
I asked why to me he came
He replied, "I am your angel
and Death is my name."
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Author:
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Comments4
I thought it was going to end as it did with a love poem, but I was surprised by the amazing dialogue expression.
Thank you dor reading me.
Silky smooth flow to this rhyme.
By the way, I've heard Death's favorite snack is "identification."
I heard that too. lol Thank you for reading me.
Very nicely written and a great ending to the poem, hope he does not visit again
I agree. Thank you
You are very welcome
Oops! Nice hook at the end.
Thank you for reading me
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