Fuzzy James

Death Comes Knocking - Poem by Fuzzy James

A withered face
Pale and unforgiving
Laden with eternal darkness
Inside no shred of virtue living
Looks upon my fallen frame
Inhaling the weakness of a fading will
Hope flickers deep within me
But i know his quota death must fill
For the devils work is wretched work
And my strangled Pneuma is for the taking
In the blink of an unfocused eye
The connection between body and mind is breaking
Till an unrecognisable power arises
Not ready to pay death's toll
Pure and forgiving
My beautiful soul

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Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual

Comments about Death Comes Knocking by Fuzzy James

  • Titi Dale (3/16/2013 3:56:00 PM)

    Nice (alright, maybe not so nice) emotions are expressed here. You are good at that, I can tell. But my fav part was the last four lines :) thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • David Mclansky (2/14/2013 7:35:00 AM)

    Death knocked on my door last night,
    I opened up the door,
    I sighing to exhale my fright,
    “Is it me you’re looking for? ”

    I confessed my sins
    And welcomed him
    And bid him please step in,
    He checked his list
    In bony fist;
    (His eyes so hard and grim.)

    I sighed to leave
    This mortal life
    For death’s eternal shore;
    I eyed the summons,
    Said, “I ain’t coming;
    You meant the guy next door.”

    That night I went out to a bar
    And brought a woman home;
    I locked the door and shut the drapes
    And then unplugged the phone.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 21, 2014

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