Death | Teen Ink


May 25, 2014
By Marieke SILVER, Tijeras, New Mexico
Marieke SILVER, Tijeras, New Mexico
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Death is calling me
enticed by his sweet nothing
he whispers softly in my ear,
"come and sleep my restless dear
let the cold
fill up your soul
and let your troubles ebb."
For Death, that clever, eerie ghoul
does weave a lovely web.

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on Sep. 11 2014 at 7:12 pm
nithyaswaminathan BRONZE, Pleasanton, California
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wow i love this poem it seems like a ring around the rosie equivalent, something that children might chant while not knowing what it truly means....amazing