The Stalker

Death is the Person who has always stalked us and always will.
Have you ever sat somewhere all alone?
Did you hear a noise?
Did you hear it creeping up upon you?
Creek creek creek
Did you see it?

I hear it all the time
It is always creeping up on me
I have seen it
I know it

It is Death
It has followed me forever
And never stops following
It follows me until it wins

It is a battle
A battle I have always fought
A battle to live and die
Like yin and yang

For all the battles that I have fought
I have not one yet
But it is only a matter of time
Time until I lose.
Until I lose everything

By Jason Field
Published: 1/19/2008
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