The Name Is...

leelee101 • 1434 followers

You won't escape me
Tall and flapping
Upturned collar
Can't be bought
With pound or dollar
I'll be there
Thru darkest night
I may well come
In broad daylight
To ignore me
Is a game of fools
Where I can bend
Or break the rules
I can be noisy
Or quiet indeed
I can break you down
Slowly
Or take you at speed
So take your time
As you try to hide
You won't succeed
You can say you tried
Sell me your story
Sing me your song
Don't try to fight me
I am too strong
You know I am coming
But you don't know when
I'm counting your blessings
But until then
As you near the end
All you have's your last breath
Gently, I'll take it
For my name is Death...

#dark-poetry #existential-dread #general #metaphysical #mortality #movement #personification

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