As the sting of death creeps upon me,
a chill over my shoulder like breath.
Warm on my flesh as I take a look behind
I see the future for me waiting.
Life has took its tole on me and time to
as the reaper make his way slowly to me
He reaches out his hand for me to hold
he said come with me you are mine now.
I slowly took his hand and stared at him
you are going to a place with me
never to return or your friends to see
hold on tight as we take our trip
For the moment of truth is now at hand
I am taking you to my promise land
as we walk the path with motion so slow
he says to me in a voice so low
Dont let hell take over your life it is the Davils job to try for your soul, but with the help of God you can pray your way out of Hell no one has to go to Hell, you can over come all with the help of God, love ya,
Reviewed by Bill Murray
Reviewed on March 17, 2003
Sonja, when things seem their darkest, then comes the light. Hold on and things will be all right. There is more than one right way in life and more that one wrong. Thread slowly takkng one step at a time and facing today as if this was the last day of your life, and tomorrow will take care of its self. Love Bill
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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