Another late post and for this I apologise. Todays poem is about my interpretation of death and how it stalks us.
Death
The quiet unfolds, tis the dead of night
As you hide away till mornings light
Your heaving chests all rise then fall
As you succumb to sleeps deep call
Tentatively I rise and creep
About you as you lay and sleep
I’m cold amongst you as I wonder
And watch you as I think and ponder
If I was watched when I was mortal
Before death dragged me to it’s portal
Yet rest I can’t and so I creep
About you all in bliss full sleep
But my duty here do not dismiss
As to you I can bring deaths sweet kiss
I am the harbinger of doom
As I linger there within your room
When you wake with that fearful start
It’s because I am with you in the dark.
By Helen Stallard
March 10 2014
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