Death
Hiding in dark corners,
leaves a set of mourners.
As delicate as a kiss,
as sharp as a knife.
Making you leave this place,
you'll don a new face.
As transparent as a glass,
as obscure as a maze.
Your time here is done,
this escapes no one.
YOU ARE READING
Death - A Poem
PoesiaJust a poem that I published on my original blog in October of 2013. Barely any edits done to it. I was very tired and this was mostly done to motivate a creative flow.
