Deaths hands

by blackrose1011   Apr 7, 2006


The hand of reality is gripping-
at my throat, it will not give in.
Time is his companion,
and death they draw nearer.
it is not unknown, what they bring
reality's grip is tightening,
I am imprisoned by the right thing-
eternity will be my savior.

*my senior year is fast ending, and this was just a quick explanation to a friend of how i feel.*

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  • 17 years ago

    by PS

    Yeah i feel it. nice job.

  • 17 years ago

    by PS

    Hah im only a junior and i feel that. ur poem does a great job of capturing the feeling