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Mark R Slaughter (1957)
It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Ah, the inevitable. An honest take on our desires to avoid it.
wow..yes even with your loved ones, you can sense when death has arrived, to help them on their journey home..although I do wish we would give him a different name..death seems so dead..but I feel it is only
the beginning of something much greater.. :)
That would be creepy and it creeped me out. STALKER ELERT!
This poem kind of creeped me out thinking about death so much. I dont know why i even clicked on it, but im sure i did. The poem gives a brief descrition of the feeling of death. Talking about how your next, and how death is awating. Very talented rymes that flow throug the poem. Very well done.
i think you are a very great poet. It gives off a lot of emotion and i can actually tell what you are writing about. It inspires me. Just great work and keep it up. I'd give u a 10! ! ! ! ! ! !
you scared me to death and i hope that's not true
Through the whole thing I got chills
There are chills running down my spine! You capture the fear of death so eloquently.
Nice Poem, short, concise, and to the point; even though it goes against all facts and plays on everyone's fear, it thus fulfills its purpose very well. It has a good familiar rhythm and it rhymes, making it easy to remember, so I am forced to give it a 9.0, and to me - a tough critic (i.e. Blake's A Poison Tree, which I consider one of the best ever, and was reluctant to give it a 10) , but an average writer at best - That's a very good poem! ! ! ! I didn't vote, I'll let your readers determine that grade.
i feel the same way about death. he is there waiting because everybody dies on day. i felt very attacted to this poem. thanks for sharing it.
P.S i feel; like killing people but you dont because humans are not death.