I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

Touch of Death

I wonder how it feels.

Do they feel?

Do they see?

Or cry in pain?

Do they feel the coldness?

When it creeps

Into their skin?

So they see?

The empty

Emotionless

Black void?

So they scream?

When it steals their

Last breath

I wonder do they?

Feel death?