Death

A Poem by Essa G

Death brings its scythe

As it silently walks through the halls

Going into people’s rooms

Making them breathless in their sleep

We may think it is cursed

Yet it is good both bad

Pain is led away

And pain is given

The knife enters the colorful body

Sending them into darkness

Evil as it is

It comes from Heaven too

We learn from Death,

We sob and sob and sob

And hate Death itself.

Hate is used much more

Maybe not

You never know.

© 2013 Essa G

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Added on October 1, 2013
Last Updated on October 2, 2013

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Essa G

Fairfield, CT

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I love to sing and baking, but singing the most. Writing is more of a hobby for me. I've written a novel called 'Silver' and I'm in the process of writing the sequel, which is called Prophetess. I hop.. more..

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