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The Gift
RB ( / Los Angelos, California)

The Gift

He came to me
Was here last night
Held my hand
Swore it would be all right.

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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Comments (1)

Another scary one. Have you been reading Stephen King?