Not truly Alone

No one's truly alone.

My bloods on my hands and his scythes at my throat.
I feel so alone, yet not truly alone.
Death is following every small step.
He is one small step behind waiting for your time.
Snatching your life like a hiding butcher knife.
His hands are at my throat taking that old rigged scythe.
I scream as I see his ghostly hands bring down the blade on my skull.
I feel so alone, yet not truly alone.
Death is just one small step behind.

                               

Author's Note

This is just something i made up when I was heart broke. I mean, I care about my life and everything but that moment I felt like my world was ripped apart.

Reviews

[alan peter kelly]

enjoyed Makayla...im impressed at how polished this write is for someone so young...i don't think you have to much to worry about regarding the theme of the piece though...the ol' grim reaper is so far behind you and even if he was close i'm SURE you could outrun him at this time ha ha...i guess it's not unnatural for us to have such morbid thoughts...and though i'm much much closer to death...i do not concentrate so heavily on it as do my younger peers...anyway...strong write...i will read more sometime...enjoy school :)

[Inci]

very nice write...

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"Death is following every small step.
He is one small step behind waiting for your time."

{WoW--this poem is my life--i really love the imagism...magnificent...AWSOME!!! }

...i love this poem!!!

james:-)

[KaySea]

amazing. good job

[Tony]

Ahhh, Death-- the ever looming stalker. This poem made me think of the various roles death can embody in poetry. For instance not always physical death but the end of a relationship or bad habit. It can also symbolize something or someone who harmed us and left us traumatized which I’m interpreting the case to be in this poem. The repetition of the lines “I feel so alone” indicate the speaker has been abandoned. Anyway I could go on and on-- because the subject matter is quite captivating. Oh yes, I really like the creepy, breathing down the back of my neck feeling the poem invokes-- know what I mean. Nice work.

[HAPPYSMILER]

A really interesting poem which touches on how we all feel about death and in a micro second we could be dust and ashes or a pile of old bones.Flesh and blood enable us to exist within this mortal shell but deep down life is far more than just an existence it is our ability to thrive and chase the dreams we pine for.The flow and content was really inspiring, an excellent poem i too love the paranormal world.

[Iota]

Your poem is right on point, we are sometimes alone but never actually alone. I guess death starts following us right from conception until it finally catches us and takes us. I like the dark poems that explore death. Intense yes, but also very true your poem is. Excellent write.

[MiidniightSoul]

A good poem. Powerful and intense and dark. I like it

[Khalab Darnell]

well put and the reason makes it even better

[J.S. Pua]

I have to agree..
this is intense..

good write..