Fresh in ideas, old in years
Been there for millenniums
Feeding on people’s fears
Lurks in the dark brooding
With a haunting excitement
Watching your every movement
Overshadowed by your arrogance
One feeble move,
He strikes with impatience
At times he strikes at will
He has no specific tastes
As long as breath resides inside
He gladly robs you of it
Some say he’s Azrael a fallen angel
Whilst some say he’s the guardian of grief
I pose a bit……….and question
WHY THE DUD? WHO IS AZRAEL?
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Hi guys, so I wanted to try something new in terms of my poems. Hence the poem. Hope you'll like it
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Unspoken Silence
PoetryI really did my best, I really tried To keep this bright light under shade But this feeling I can no longer hide Gotta let it glow, gotta let you know I laughed, I broke-down, I cried I stumbled, I smiled, I faked, I lied I saw life's joys and it's...
