Marcia Nicole Sonnier
Death Creeping Thru The Window - Poem by Marcia Nicole Sonnier
As you lie in your bed sweat falls from
Your curtains sway in the breeze, but
no window is open so your hopin
your covers will put you to ease.
Lying there without a motion you know
your time has come, but to you it
seems as if your life has just begun.
Death is above you and you close your
eyes waiting to go away, but God
quickly comes sweeps you in his
arms and tells you, YOU
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