Here is a poem I wrote a while ago




It lurks in the shadows waiting

Watching, learning, debating

Will it do what needs to be done?

Only since this life has just begun

How do you say no when it’s your time to go?


It watches as the days go by

As I grow older and cry

Will it take me away today?

Only wondering because it seems to play

How do I say no when it’s my time to go?


It listens to the sounds of people

It even lurks around the church steeple

Will it take the elders away?

Seems to be ready to stay

How do they say no when it’s their time to go?


It wonders from place to place

Trying to catch her in a moment’s grace

Will it make her leave us now?

Just wanting to know when and how

How does she say no when it’s her time to go?


It gives a little reprieve

Wanting to get him to not believe

Will it show him that it’s over?

Does he get to say goodbye to Rover?

How does he say no when it’s his time to go?


It waits for us to be together

Almost like birds of a feather

Will it laugh if we are scared?

Because this whole life we have shared

How do we say no when it’s our time to go?

Author: Nina Butler

I am an aspiring screenwriter. I do book reviews on the side. I would also love to publish a horror fantasy series. I love to read, write, create, and connect with fellow writers.

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