Death By Time

• Abdul Raheem, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2021

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The rose withers away,
And so will you.
Tendrils of death,
Slimy and cold.
Hoping and waiting,
For the last breath.
They reach out,
Those tendrils,
Probing to find,
The light of a soul.
When they find
That warm glow,
They send the evil
To snuff your soul.
That life of yours,
So dear to you.
All gone in a second,
Mortality realised.