Slowly, he creeps in
Like a thief in the night
A predator, waiting for his prey
With his ugly sickle
He attacks
He's no respecter of age
He doesn't care about the status
Inevitable, he is
Ignoring the pleass of the old
Turning deaf ears to the cries of the young
Not caring what pains he has caused
Snatching lives away
Without pity, without warning
Collecting his jars of souls
Done with his task,off he goes to the next on his dreaded list
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Withered
PoetryA collection of poems about the ills and seemingly abnormalities of the world we live in. What does life entail? The dark side of the world that pierces mankind. Third place in the official awards
