Walking with death

by charlotte haslam   Dec 20, 2005


The pain is blinding me
and out of the foggy Haze
a hooded figure emerges
holding out its bony hand beckoning me
my pain subsides as i take its hand
so this is the end
i am walking with death

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  • 20 years ago

    by Becky Karen

    Hey, nice poem your really good.keep on writting.
    Becky x

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