This constant feeling I have.
Sorrowfully it fills me
I see, I hear, I feel, I know.
Those around me can't, their eyes are closed
I see what is before me, the truth
I hear what is around me, the lies
I feel what is happening, the change
I know what is coming, Death
I am not what people see of me
I am what I was sent to be
I am the warning sent by him
I am the warning sent by Death
Many sent before me, all failed
Life's grasp was too much to handle
Will I be taken from my path as well?
Will I fail like all others before me?
I feel as if I am the rope of a tug-a-war
With Life and Death pulling at each end
Will I be pulled towards one?
Or will this rope finally snap?
About the Creator
Sara Cripps
I became a storyteller at a young age, telling stories to my younger cousins. I fell in love with the written word as soon as I could read, and never put down a good book. Stories are one on my passions. It is a passion I hape to chare.
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