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Rated: E | Poetry | Dark | #1806879
A womans encounter with death
The familiar stranger


The smile on his face was one I’d seen
But no name could I recall
A stranger to me he seemed to be
I don’t remember him at all

Yet something so inviting
Stared back from in his eyes
He seemed so warm and trusting
Maybe even worldly and wise

I wanted to talk to this stranger
But shyness held me back
But why did I think I knew him
He was a stranger. That is a fact.

Now something is coming to me
Perhaps a name or time
That will tell who this stranger is
And this will ease my mind

He walked up to me and called my name
And said he’d come for me
I should not fear to take his hand
This was always meant to be

So I took his gentle, but cold cold hand
I felt peacful in my mind
‘I walked with him on clouds of white
And looked down on life behind

Then I noticed all the pain was gone
No more did I need my chair
My youth restored my enemy gone
No longer worry or care.

Everyone will meet this man
To all he is not the same
Be not afraid, he gives you peace
For death is his name


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