It keeps coming
Like a wave that won’t break

And it keeps collecting

It keeps coming
Without warning or preparation

And it takes without
Hesitation

I’m not looking
Where it strikes next

But I’m hoping
That it takes me last

you really put the feeling of "death" into this piece. at least for me, i could... feel the actions, the swiftness, the finality of it all. especially in the following lines:

And it takes without
Hesitation

I’m not looking
Where it strikes next

But I’m hoping
That it takes me last

*nods*

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I don't deal with death very well, so I was uncomfortable with this poem from the get-go. I don't think my negative reaction is a bad thing... I think it's a credit to your excellent writing skills... you really moved me.


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If I had just read the poem ... *Without the Title* ... I dunnno if I'd a' known that you were talkin' 'bout DEATH -- But the more I read it -- The more clearly I see the Grim Reaper -- :P


*Felt*