(man)
I never felt your presence first,
But now I fear you've come too close,
Take someone else to quench your thirst,
For I dread you! Oh, hear my woes!
(death)
Your time has come, you cannot run,
I've followed every stage of your life,
Like a shadow in the sun,
Waiting to use deaths own knife.
(man)
I beg you, I plead you, I bessech,
Braver men before have fled,
The night shall hear my tragic screech,
Please, I don't want to my grave be led.
(death)
I've been waiting outside your door,
Alas, even life shall last,
But that has been decreed before,
Now you're mine, the rest is past!
Amatullah Areeba Ashfaq
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-speaking-to-death/
