Question:
Rate my poem?
DEATH...it comes to us all,
I see no bright light- just a narrow hall,
I hear floorboards creaking under my feet,
I see the fire- I feel the heat,
Drums are pounding,
A ghostly whail,
Someone's screaming,
I see a photograph album but the pages are scorched,
I see the light now- someone's shining a torch,
Calling my name out,
Beckoning me back,
I walk through the fire,
My bare heels are burned and cracked.
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
10 out of 10 I absolutely loved it gave me a sense of healing emotion