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?

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