Death

• Olivia anne Castro
• Poetry
• 2005

Watch your back
There is something there
Watching...
Waiting...

It has no name
It has no life
It knows when its your turn
When the time is right

It happens to everyone
No one can escape
Its evil clutches
Its time make haste!

In death we must accept
The meaning of its depth
And no one can deny
That their loved one really died