You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you stop blogging forever. Write it.
I’ve met someone
He gets me
Everything
Just makes sense
When he is with me
The fog in my mind
It moves to higher ground
And I think he loves me
Because he is always here
Never leaves
He listens endlessly
He sacrifices his time for me
Holding me
His arms are strong
I feel his presence within me
The things he promises
If I would only take his hand
I keep resisting, doubting
But when I push him away I miss him
Then all I think about is him
And when I return
He is there ready to comfort me
Death came knocking at my door
He brought bouquets of roses
And poems that flow like honey
He tells me stories
About where he has been
The places we could go
His voice beckons for my soul
I love you he whispers
Through the cobwebs in my mind
I need you he laments
As he holds out his hand
Tonight I will go with him
I’ve nothing left of value here
So I will have no more words for you
My dear friends, my loving readers
Death is my destiny, as it is yours also
So until we meet again
I blow kisses to each and every one of you
****This is just a poem! Promise!
That is not where I thought you were going with this! You surprised me. I like it.
indeed
Death got appointments all over…who is next that’s the trend
WOW! I do wish when Death does visit me, he is as seductive like you have painted him!
Yea he is pretty handsome too!
Geez, is that powerful or what… You’ve got some depth there…
M
Wow! Excellent post! I applauded you and your new love. This challenge made me think I would have to be dying to stop writing. Your words were so beautiful and perfect. Thank you for sharing. Glad you won’t stop posting 😊
Wow, this is so sad, but beautifully written of course
Awww…this is beautiful and so cute.
beautiful! every word’s perfect! loved it
I love your blog. And thank you!
you do? I don’t know what to say to that! I am floored by your poetry
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Very powerful, unique and macabre, yet sweet – like it!
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