The death I write to is far away and yet I fear you every day.
Yes, I write to the death that plays the game I so fear.
The nights I sleep I wake in fear, and the nights I wake mid eve, I know not to open the door.
As it will screech, and creak for death to find its way.
I thank the lord I evade you in your game of hide n' seek,
the way you screech through the nights waiting for your next victim, I await the day it is me.
The night I lay awake at last, I see you lurking in the shadows.
Once again, I hide in wait for the day to arrive.
The nightly sky of winter eves tells me I am not here much longer.
In beyond I lay afraid of the day of when I meet you face to face.
The night your hiding under my bed I live to see the light.
I know not of the ways you speak, and yet I know the way you sneak.
Through the nights you claw at the foot of my bed living me in horror for the day I do not wake.
The way you play your game of hide 'n seek makes me feel one day you will find me, hidden in the closet of life.
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Hide n' Seek
PoetryHow do you loathe death? Aren't you afraid to die? As we hide in the closet of life we fear the eventual fate of death, we try to avoid the outcome of fate and destiny but it always catches up to us. This poem was written in the thought of my best f...
