Death Will Stalk You...

[Rosiez]

DEATH WILL STALK YOU...

Darkened mass, of swarming bees, surrounds this house with rotted trees...
Billowy clouds form in the sky, above this house, with a wailing cry...
Signs of death, are driven through, bringing with it, a thick heavy hue...
Creaping through crevices, throughout this gloom, a cold wisp of air, passes through this day of doom...
Death waits patiently, as the time will come, draining the life from this bedridden bum...
Heart slowly beating, can't breathe right, my chest is heavy, it feels so tight...
Livers exhausted, the damage is done, can't turn back time, I believe, death has won...
With all the pain and suffering, you think I'd have the brains to stop, life took it's toll, now I'm ready to drop...
The shortness of breath, as my eyes roll back, gasping for air, as the day turns black...
If I had my life, to start off new, would I have changed? I have no clue...
But, I have just one more thing to say, to all drinkers who are taking, a walk this way...
Take control, in drinking that brew, or death will be stalking and waiting for you...... the pressure....... can't breathe........ death has taken over.

Author...Denise R. Rojas..11/30/03.

[Rosiez]

Just to let everybody know...
This poem is not about me...it's focused mainly on winos....bums...
someone who heavily drinks to the point, that their liver is so damaged...that the doctors can't do anything....but that person still sits their and drinks away, until he's pretty much dead...
It's a poem that came to me, on a very cloudy day....the words started clicking...and this was how it came out.