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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #2101989
This I wrote, because of a health scare. The doctor said, "oops! Guess we had a mix up!".
Death stood staring stoically
As I let my last breath slip
Poised to snatch my soul
And take it on it's last trip

Fitting that in my last days
It's company I kept
Frowning, waiting
Watching as I wept

A breathless sigh
And rolling eyes
It mocked
My end was nigh

As if on borrowed time
It kept glancing at the clock
Nervously I kept praying for help
But I knew that door was locked

"Finally!", it would have crowed
when it's dark scythe appeared
A cold sweat broke when I realised
My judgement day has neared

It grinned at me
So damnably
As it swung it evil tool

I waited, with my eyes tightly shut.
Then groaned when it shouted,
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