Death, She Grows Near Poem by Jordan Nuckols

Death’s icy grasp clutches my breast
With fear I quietly gasp
for she doing her job like all the rest

She gets told of as if myth or legend
as a reaper, ever present
taking life from you and me
killing all for us to see

she is real
don’t be uncertain
for when it’s time
she draws the curtain

our life has little meaning
She won't stop intervening
she takes life when she pleases
with murder, plagues, and diseases

You can’t stop her
don't even try
when she hunts
you’ll surely die

death will come to me and to you
this has always been true

when we slip from this worlds hold
as it has been told
you may walk on streets of gold
or burn in hell until we’re old

we may join the endless void
when our life force is destroyed
we may live one more life
one completely free of strife

we don’t know what death may hold
but all must die when Death, she comes
you can go scared or you can go bold