It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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i feel the same way about death. he is there waiting because everybody dies on day. i felt very attacted to this poem. thanks for sharing it. P.S i feel; like killing people but you dont because humans are not death.
There are chills running down my spine! You capture the fear of death so eloquently.
i think you are a very great poet. It gives off a lot of emotion and i can actually tell what you are writing about. It inspires me. Just great work and keep it up. I'd give u a 10! ! ! ! ! ! !
Hmmm the one I read years ago which is written on my back is a little different. It's The toll that's only meant for me, to say: you're next, it has to be. Guess there will always be slight variations in such poems.
Death is certain. It is there at the end. No one can escape. Good poem, reminds me of my poem called, 'What is Death? '
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice Poem, short, concise, and to the point; even though it goes against all facts and plays on everyone's fear, it thus fulfills its purpose very well. It has a good familiar rhythm and it rhymes, making it easy to remember, so I am forced to give it a 9.0, and to me - a tough critic (i.e. Blake's A Poison Tree, which I consider one of the best ever, and was reluctant to give it a 10) , but an average writer at best - That's a very good poem! ! ! ! I didn't vote, I'll let your readers determine that grade.