Death Has Come Home.
Death has come home;
to sleep in my soul.
she whispers, she calls.
why shouldn't i go?
Death has come home,
to see me again.
she knocks on the front door.
and i let her in.
Death has come home.
and now she won't leave;
she follows, like shadows.
and won't let me sleep.
This poem is about:
Me
My country