Death. Poem by Nicole Rayd

Death.

Rating: 4.0


I'm being called.
Called to the heavens
Or pits of hell.
Not quite sure which is which.
But what I do know is,
it's my time to go.
As i wipe the last tear of my cheek,
I say goodbye with a smile.
And say hello to death.
Dressed in a beautiful black gown,
Death embraces me warmly.
'It's all over now.' He whispers.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An Arhymmatic poem. Because I couldn't find any word that rhymes with death.
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