Death Comes Calling Poem by Shaun Cronick
Death Comes Calling
Rating: ★5.0
Brrr! That icy draft,
It clasps my neck.
A door left open,
Best go and check.
A door of sorts,
Kept ajar by Death.
The Reaper calls,
With quietus breath.
Which will He choose,
Heaven or Hell?
My life so varied,
Only He can tell...
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: choice,darkness,death,life and death
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