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.
(im)mortal love
tell me,
what will become of me now?
i am immortal.
i am not one of love.
i was not made for such thing.
i have outlived countless lives.
each and every one of them taken
by my bloodstained grasp.
you know i can take your own single-handedly,
so why don’t you feel any fear?
your flesh decays,
while mine only persists.
i reap.
i don’t love.
so tell me,
why does your love shake me so?
i’m not one to feel sorrow nor pain.
if it’s i who’s the cause of it.
not a single tear had i shed until you came along.
and now i drown in them.
the heart i thought i never owned aches for you.
so, please—
tell me, my dear,
what will become of me now.
for i am a god
and you own a mortal life.
why must i love what i’ve come to take from you?