Poetry: This thing called death - by Beth Gaboury

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by Beth Gaboury

Created on: July 08, 2011

You smile at me maliciously in your hollow silence
Your grin an omen of past death and violence
An emptiness to your cruelly lit expression
A ferocity to the eyes left over by depressions

What mirth you hold within your sickly gaze
Mystery surrounding you like a myriad of mazes
I hear your taunting laughter ringing in my ears
I dare to look at you closer-do I see tears?

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by Karim Jessa

Death...death...

This thing...called death...

What is this thing...called death...

Everyone knows it

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by Seriously Black

When I die think only this of me
How wonderful and so charming,
That is the way I use to be.
I made you smile and made
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by Craig Adams

this thing called death is not upon request

the exception to this is a fraud you can call

designed to make you cry and relieved
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by Willis Rogers

This thing called death is the end of life
Your existence ceases to exists
The eternal slumber nighty night

Your lifeline
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by lily frost

I awoke one morning with this eerie feeling.

I did not like it for sure.

I was so afraid it made me cry.

I cried so long,

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