HK (june 23 / nigeria)

Death

a formal word
for life at its end
you come in black
hovering unseen in the dark
snatching ones life
your cuts are deep
though mostly unseen
you come in time
to make your pick
o! taker of life
give me time
to die in time

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Comments (10)

Your poem seems to have a very in-dept meaning for so few words...i liked the way you personified death...very lovely
Excellent poem. You are wise beyond your years.
liked this poem really brought out this feeling loved it
beautiful poem! I especially enjoyed the part about cuts unseen! ~Lacey~
Thanks for your comments on my poems. I read your poems and they are unbelievable great. I cant believe it and all. You are a true poet Kareem
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