Death is calling at my door, <br />Knock Knock not another joke. <br />This time I'm actually scared. <br /> <br />The call of death is at my door, <br />Knocking..... Knocking..... <br />Awaiting an answer, <br />My body gets cold as I start to shiver. <br />All sorts of things are happening to my body, <br />Not accustom to it; it got me worried. <br /> <br />I am feeling like I am going to die, <br />I don't. I want to stay alive. <br />I don't know what it is, <br />For all I know it could be a disease. <br />I spoke to my mother who said it is normal and I am alright, <br />But the symptoms I am getting insist to pry. <br /> <br />The knocking on the door becomes more as I go closer. <br />I want it to go away let me live to see another day. <br />I open the door ready to take my last breath, <br />Shockingly death had the wrong address<br /><br />Anita Khelawan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-is-calling-at-my-door/
