Death Poem by Storm Pedersen

On the busy streets of New York
One night walking the sidewalk in downtown New York City
I had a feeling that I was being followed
With a fast glance
Right away I could tell
This guy didn’t belong with the rest of us New Yorkers
Walking his slow taunting pace
He was only a couple people behind me
I turned into an alley
Hoping to lose him
Sadly I did not succeed
I was at the end of the alley
Nowhere for me to escape to
He himself turned into the alley
Doing exactly as I’d hoped he wouldn’t do
He continues to pursue me
He was a fox stalking its prey
This guy didn’t smell of death
For he was death himself
He was the reaper coming for me
As if I was already on my death bed
If only it wasn’t I that he wanted