Hate Full Death Poem by Pat Robert

You see it everyday you walk it and you move it away you may live this life but do you live it right. A hateful death is in us all I feel it coming I feel it crawl cross to my skin like a thousand worms I feel it whisper in my ear like a stiff breeze coming from the trees with a thick black cloud powder smoke it can all be over from the trees black cloud approaches see the muzzle flash then the darkness closes