I touched your skin, <br />And it was cold, <br />Cold as death. <br /> <br />Had he come, <br />The one, <br />Called death. <br /> <br />I want you back, <br />But you’re with him, <br />Death. <br /> <br />I fought him, <br />After you left, <br />Death. <br /> <br />I beat him, <br />He tried to take me, <br />But I stood up, <br />And I was strong, <br />Even though, <br />I wanted to give up, <br />To fall, <br />I beat him, <br />Death. <br /> <br />Now I wait, <br />For my true time, <br />My time with him, <br />Death. <br /> <br />Live fast, <br />Die young, <br />Is what he says, <br />But I said no, <br />And I fought him, <br />Although I wanted, <br />To die that day, <br />I would not let him, <br />Take me away, <br />Death. <br /> <br />I am weak, <br />And so were you, <br />But I did something, <br />You couldn’t do, <br />I fought off death, <br />And that makes me, <br />Stronger.<br /><br />Emily E. Mehigan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-fighting-weakness/
