Colin Ian Jeffery

(20th May 1942 / Caterham)

STRANGER


There came a knocking on my door
And a stranger with dark piercing eyes
Familiar to my mind, asked entrance
And yet I could not name him.

I gave him food and shelter
And he sat at my table
No words he spoke until we finished eating
Then we sat before the fire warming ourselves.

He talked into the early hours
Speaking of secret things
Which I thought only I did knew
Things which shamed the soul.

Taking my hand he said it was time
Leading me out into the darkness
I knew him then to be Death
And was afraid of where he was taking me.

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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  • Jeri Martindale (6/22/2014 3:58:00 AM)

    Awesome poem poet. It's always interesting to speak to strangers and then find out they have come for u. I enjoying writing this type of poetry as well. (Report) Reply

  • Elias Uddin (3/29/2014 4:13:00 AM)

    Taking my hand he said it was time
    Leading me out into the darkness
    I knew him then to be Death
    And was afraid of where he was taking me.

    Nice imagination! (Report) Reply

  • Louis Rams (3/8/2014 7:35:00 PM)

    death is a stranger, who will show you all the dangers of following the devils path.
    but you end it where it leaves the mind to wonder if it is like uncle scrooge in a xmas carol
    or a forewarning of the devil coming to collect his dues. (Report) Reply

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