Today
So normal,
this day is,
except for one thing.
I died.
Sitting in my room,
accompanied by my old friend.
Who wears an invisible cloak,
until he removes the hood.
A face that has no skin,
no tissue.
Just bone.
He is quite handsome,
as he crosses the room,
to lean down to my ear.
He whispers" You've aged my dear."
I chuckle and reply,
"And you haven't changed a bit."
He smiles and offers me his arm.
"Why sir, I cannot possibly take our arm without knowing your name first."
"And I will tell you. My name,'
I take his bone arm and rise to my feet.
"My name is Death."
Down the road we walked.
this day is,
except for one thing.
I died.
Sitting in my room,
accompanied by my old friend.
Who wears an invisible cloak,
until he removes the hood.
A face that has no skin,
no tissue.
Just bone.
He is quite handsome,
as he crosses the room,
to lean down to my ear.
He whispers" You've aged my dear."
I chuckle and reply,
"And you haven't changed a bit."
He smiles and offers me his arm.
"Why sir, I cannot possibly take our arm without knowing your name first."
"And I will tell you. My name,'
I take his bone arm and rise to my feet.
"My name is Death."
Down the road we walked.
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This is a poem I wrote a little while ago and first allowed one of my friends use it for a project in our English class. Everyone in the class was really shocked that I of all people wrote it seeing as though I never do any of my assigned work, but they liked it none the less. Shortly after I posted it on my Facebook and everyone has been asking me if I have anymore work. Which I do. I want other people's opinions though, not those who are particularly biased towards my favor. This leads me to post it here, on Mibba. PLEASE comment, I would love to know if I really am any good!