Death Calling Poem by Brent McCracken

Death Calling



My senses shocked, death looking, pointing, smiling, his throaty howl after whispering my name, burning agony devouring my soul, satan coming, time to pay for sinister deeds, torchered and writhing, drowning in a sea of fire and pain, agony and death everywhere the eye can see, I wake trembling, in a pool of sweat, was it dream or certain reality.

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