Waiting For Death

I feel my life slowly slipping away
I feel it draining faster every day
And no matter what I do, no matter what I say
There's only so long I can keep Death at bay

I feel his cold breath as he's breathing down my back
I feel in my gut that he's ready to attack
He's been waiting patiently since my life went off-track
Now I don't bother fighting, it's a will that I lack

I hear the clock's every tick
Won't you please make it quick?
Please take me out of this game
And finally end all this pain

I'm not afraid of Death, it's the waiting I can't stand
Never knowing just when Death will finally show his hand
Never sure when my hourglass will run out of sand
And Death will take me across the river, to another land

The waiting and not knowing are what really get to me
How can I prepare for Death when I cannot foresee
The day upon which Death will end this life of misery
When I will shed this mortal shell and finally be free

Reviews

[Sharon]

This is a great poem. It has nice description and strong feelings. The emotions shown through this poem is incredible and unbelievable! The first line is beautifully written, "I feel my life slowly slipping away." It states a direct and clear idea! Keep writing and keep up the good work! It's wonderful! :)