Death Calls

Death whispers at my door

it's essence pemeate my being.

Come hither he calls.

Death wanders around my soul

It beckons my worth, he lingers on

my hoplessness, preys on my weekness

Death knows my name, he knows my hell,

Death wants me... But still I fight...

Death can't have me yet....

Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

Love this, you speak the truth of what you feel, but you also realize that you still can fight and death most certainly doesn't have you yet! ~ N >3

[John Stussy]

It's not just a poem, it's just a [insert any strong complimenting adjective here] poem!!! I don't find it negative that much at all, rather just saying how strong you are. :) It's great.

[Fantasyfairy]

Beautiful and very dark. Nice flow and well written. XX

[penloverfool]

death, is the terminal factor that equalizes humanity...

no one is exempted for this final encounter...kings and slaves, wise and fool, lovers and friends...death is their destiny...but of course we must not hurry, after all life is beautiful...




meaningful piece!!!

[Queen of the Damned]

Dark and alluring....nice flow to this.

[Brette Medb]

I liked the haunting feeling of this... it was well written, great job.


Brette

[Ladysue]

Diana, a very excellent piece. A strong will prevails in this piece. You captured the feeling perfectly. Well done!

[Dead Angel]

ooo, scary picture. very vivid poem, gave me that chill up my spine as i read it. very well written! :)

[V. K. Harris]

Death, what a mystery he is. Excellent write.

[Gary H]

Very nice write. Wondering if instead of having 'it' you could replace with Death thus giving it two repeated lines then a break, two more then a break etc. Think that would look quite cool. Liked the flow to this.