Grim Reaper
It's at my door again
This dark slender creature
All in black
A tall silhouette
But of what?
Is it man woman or child?
No it can't be human
It's all my worse fears sins and misfortunes
Rolled into a monstrous heep of nothingness
Starring back at me with cold dark eyes
Yes, it has come for me in the night without a sound
Round midnight
Creeping closer still closer
I see it now!
It's my mirror image staring back at me!
This poem is about:
Me