Death and His Pawn
written by: Diana Burns
Death takes a seat across from my bed
unhurriedly, he ruffles through my head
with all that I am laid bare
I return his vacant stare
Like a knight and a pawn,
we tango ’til dawn
one two three. one two three
him and me
Cornered and caged
afraid yet enraged
one two three, one two three
him and me
As morning draws near, he slithers away
but one day he’ll come to stay
he’ll make his move, for he still has one
and we both know that I have none
Diana is from South Africa and currently works as an English teacher and course creator. She feels that it keeps her connected to her love of the English language, and words in all their beauty. She has been writing poetry since the first grade and also worked as a journalist for a few years when she was in her twenties.
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