My Poems

8. Death Is Chasing Me

I woke up running in a black void, one stretched as far seen with an eye,
Crying, Panting, Screaming,
"This is not how I die! This is not how I die!"
I only wished that I was dreaming.

Hoping, Wishing, Praying I was,
For Death to give me up,
To let me live again, back to what I once was.
But that wish never showed up.

Death was floating closer and closer,
And faster and faster I ran.
Nothing was keeping him from inching closer,
So, I kept running, as fast as my adrenaline made me ran.

Death, was fast and hot on my tail,
His black robe flowing behind him and his skull mask covering his face.
I, on the other hand, had the disadvantage for my speed and ponytail,
Which kept covering my eyes, making me slightly slow down my fats pace.

Every couple of minutes, I would Death's hand,
Nearly grabbing the back of my shirt.
And everytime I felt the nearing hand,
I would get a piece of my life appear in my vision, causing me to cowardly jerk.

And by the time I tripped,
He caught me by them right wrist,
And then I jumped up from a bed, nearly to the floor I slipped.
I was in a hospital, turns out, surviving a car that barely missed.

And finding out later on that I almost died,
Filled me with slight shock and terror,
But, I was also relieved, so I in joy, cried.
Knowing that the dream wasn't my last error.

I was actually chased by Death,
And I guess since then he was still chasing me.
Just know, that I will never stop for Death,
But he might never stop for me.