Dark Days

Dark days

It’s Friday and the dark is coming,
sitting on the garden swing seeing all my old sin.
The sun has gone down and it’s so quiet,
looks no different from any other day,
but the birds have stopped singing and the stillness is almost electrifying,
is death coming for me?

Or someone dear, he came before,
I showed no fear.
I told him ‘bugger off its not my time’,
he looked at me red eyes spitting fire,
he said I will be back for you.
I picked up my drink and started to think,
how many people have looked into deaths eyes and survived?
I have and when he comes back I will say the same thing,
‘bugger off death it’s not my time.’

About the author

rockyboy2
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I am retired now and have started writing again, I have recently published two books. Rockyboy2 The Quest to Save The World. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DNTLRJJ My other novel also a love story, The Incorrigible Johnny Buchan https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07BMGW34V I am also doing some art, drawing and painting. Gardening is one of my hobbies and spend time sitting in the sunshine in my lovely garden in Cambridgeshire

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