Poetry for the Heart

O'death-By Kaylynn Huntsman,TheWritersLegacy


Death is knocking on my door,
But let it be known,
Death and I,
Do not see eye to eye
Death makes it so,
I deem it not
Death is patient,
But I do not wait,
For the reaper that awaits
Death leave me be,
For you will not have me
My soul is of steel,
Whilst my heart is of strength
But if you must take me,
I will continue on in peace
O'death,
Why must you come so soon?
My story was only,
Getting started
O'death,
You are knocking at my door,
But I will not open it,
For the reaper that awaits me
O'death you will not have me,
For I am of steel and stone,
For I shall not crack,
Beneath your weakening grasp
O'death,
Why come so soon?
We do not see eye to eye,
It seems this battle between us,
Is only beginning
O'death,
If you must prevail,
Then I shall light my darkest,
And final hour,
To fighting amongst the reaper,
That awaits me
O'death, I hear your beckonings,
But I plead not ready
O'death,
O'death!
Can't you hear my pleads!
My cries of strength and courage
Death is knocking at my door,
But let it be known,
For death and I do not,
See eye to eye
O'death,
O'death!
Why must you make it so?
While I will not wait,
For my doom that awaits