HIM who we all know

May 7, 2010
By ELSHAUNNA BURNSIDE BRONZE, Maywood, Illinois
ELSHAUNNA BURNSIDE BRONZE, Maywood, Illinois
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Sudden quiet he comes
Hospital patients, wrinkled covered he doesn’t care


He creeps upon

The chest moves up and down
With faint breathing sounds
Your body grows stiff and cold
The absence of blood flow


He goes as quickly as he comes

No scratches, no screams
He leaves nothing behind
But their dreams

This something we all have to face
But before you go remember your last trace.

The author's comments:
my poem talks about death and it creeps upon the lives of evrey dat people.

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