I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

When the time comes

Just before your possible demise

All that you can think

Is nothing, time has run out!

The grim will prepossess

Your soul from the wreckage,

When you least expect it.

Be vigilant, be ready!

His dark eyes show you evils;

His razor sharp scythe

Judges all deeds,

Death is still the only certainty.

HE chooses whether it will be

Slow and agonizing for the evil,

Or fast and easy for the good.

He is not always fair!

Remain awake, for he is coming,

All that matters is

Spiritual purity

As death will always be a certainty!

© 2019 Wendy Engela