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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