deaths closing gripA 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
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Authordurzothornreno, AZAboutWell 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..Writing
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