A Poem, The Death of Death

I had planned to use this poem in my novel, Curse of The Walking Man, but it ended up not fitting. While The Walking Man uses death as a great equalizer and is a grim reaper of sorts, I found it essential not to sympathize with such a foul beast.

I lurk in the shadows, not too far behind
If you won’t be willing
I’ll drag you along, so don’t be unkind
Cry and plead, but it is you I am killing
Childish petulance because you were spoon-fed
You did nothing wrong but go meet your maker
Keep it up, and I’ll send you below to walk with the undead
I’m just doing my job, so it’s time for the undertaker
What is this light that shines so bright
I did nothing wrong but just my job
Why it is me, you come to smite
My deeds of beneficence misjudged now I sob
You’ve warned me before I continue to whine
Please do not send me where the light doesn’t shine

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
Travis

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