Death come swiftly,
soft and sweet.
Death come for me,
I'm finally beat.
Death you're welcome,
please carry me home.
Death do hurry,
I'm so alone.
Death will save me,
wipe away my tears.
Death will erase them,
the years of fears.
Death will take me,
to the place here after.
Death will make it,
one of these days.
Death will come,
just not right now.
Death is slow,
but it knows no bounds.
Death is quiet.
Death is serene.
Death is only,
a temporary thing.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Poetry
PoetryThese are the random ramblings of my thoughts, my feeling, and my experiences that have and will be molding me into the person I am and will be.
