DEATH

a poem about dying

Sneaky, sneaky being
You sneaked in very quietly
I didn't see you coming
You've been spying on me

A two weeks joy
Having a precious dream fulfilled
A little beautiful boy
Living inside of me

Sudden twist of my story
Very rare and extraordinary
It began to take a toll
It has tortured a soul

My tears can't fall
The rain of love has washed them away
It's not a final call
The wind has blown the doubts away

Let my boy rest in peace
Let me rise and gather my pieces
Sneaky, sneaky death
Once again I escaped

O beautiful creature
Make your way to the Creator
To Whom everything must return