"Miguel's Poems of life."

....Death...

Dark, eerie and damp a foul stench is near, his long finger reaches Over time. 

  Death, I maybe touch awake and safe for just a grain of sand From the hourglass of my life.  

No longer time is given and the last of the sand will run its course and now starts the shadow of my demise.

 I hear his footsteps near and waiting at each corner for the last grain of sand to past, follow-on his reach is near. 

  Towards the end my last request, a favor I ask and allow me some time, 

My grave is near.  

Written by: Miguel Rivera