Death Poem by Bellatrix Mogos

Death



Creeping up slow
Making you go
No accidents or coincidences
Just Death's chilling solo

A dark shadowy stroll
Reaping, taking its toll
Death drinks possibilities
And feasts on grief

No matter how safe
No matter how sound
Death finds a way

Rich or poor
Beautiful or ugly
Smart or stupid
Happy or depressed
Death makes no exception
All will all be taken

Friday, December 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,deaths,dying,going,leaving,loss,taking
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