At my doorway you wait,
Tall, dark stranger.
I cry myself to sleep at nights,
So fearful of you.
At the end of my bed you stand,
Tall, dark stranger.
I hate to think of where you'll take me,
What we'll do.
I'm going deeper.
I'm getting further.
I tremble with terror at the thought of only you.
I'm going deeper,
I'm getting weaker,
And I can't live any longer.
Stand above my bed,
Touch my head
With your bony fingers.
Look up at the face you lost,
How much will it cost
If you just let me slip through your fingers?
I don't want to die,
I don't want to leave it this way.
I'm beginning to cry,
Leave me for just one more day?
Tall, dark stranger,
At my door.
And I've come to realise,
I'm not so young anymore.
A contest entry
- 1000 points: The Grim Reaper by Lj-.
1000 points, ended February 2, 2007, 23 entries
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Comments
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wow hever this is such a cool poem about the grim reaper!
i love the last part:
I don't want to die,
I don't want to leave it this way.
I'm beginning to cry,
Leave me for just one more day?
Tall, dark stranger,
At my door.
And I've come to realise,
I'm not so young anymore.
and the repetition of 'tall, dark stranger' is really good too.
well written.
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Very nice!
A wonderful poem of death.
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This was great! It seemed so... wise.
I loved the repetition of 'Tall, dark stranger.'
Your last lines were really good:
"Tall, dark stranger,
At my door.
And I've come to realise,
I'm not so young anymore."
* "realise" should be "realize"
Awesome write.
Thanks for entering.
Best of luck!
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