deaths closing grip

deaths closing grip

A Poem by durzothorn

death
his looming glare over me
his hand resting on my shoulder
his shadow covering mine

always around every turn he waits
i cant escape his reach
his gaze is upon me 
i fear the reaper is upon me
his scythe swinging

as i sit here alone 
the darkness consuming everything
the grip on my shoulder gets tighter 
im ripped out of this world
never to see the light of day 
nor the warmth of the sun

my body will grow cold
life is dead like me

© 2012 durzothorn


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Added on May 17, 2012
Last Updated on May 17, 2012
Tags: death, reaper, life, lost

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durzothorn
durzothorn

reno, AZ



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Well I'm 25 as i have been through allot out has always been the sad times and the up setting that i write about i found it the only way to express what i felt. more..

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A Poem by durzothorn