DEATH Poem: Death’s Dread Tread, by Tracy Davidson

Sometimes I feel the sky is falling,
and pressure builds inside my head.
I hear the Reaper calling,
my name among the dead.
Fear sends me sprawling,
blind and bawling,
nerves are shred.
Death’s dread
tread.

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