POEM STARTER
Submitted by marlovely
Life in Your Hands
Write a poem or short story about if you were death and had to choose each day who must die.
my duty
an unfaceable curse that haunts me and the victim
its my duty to watch as their soul floats above as one
it twinkles and glows like a priceless wind in disguise,
blending it with the clouds, yet still can’t hide
as i creep to take away the victim’s bottomless stare
it’s my duty to take away the dark and despair
don’t fancy me evil and gloomy, for i’m doing them a favor
they’re joined together with loved ones, as one piece instead of a tear
one day i hope for somebody to return the favor
And separate my soul from my body
i long for them to watch the pieces of my soul diminish
then there, will all death amongst others will finish
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