Poem I wrote a couple years ago...kinda dark and no inspiration for that, just popped into my head
Death
A quiet room
A flick'ring light
A deadly silence
A ghastly sight
Shadows prevail
Light knows no stand
This thing I see
Is Death's grey hand
Total Darkness
I gasp in fear
The hand takes hold
No one there to hear
Silence again
The light returns
Death's done it's job
My soul now burns.
Is there no hope?
Is this the end?
Is there no Savior
to my soul defend?
The faintest light
Then reaches me
And I reach out
And for help plea.
This little glimmer
Has saved my soul,
But it seems the fire
Has taken its toll.
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