He’s Behind You!

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He’s Behind You!


There’s a wrapping upon my bed-chamber door

I drag myself up, slowly walk across the floor

“Who is it?” I ask, between incessant coughing hacks

Tis I, ‘Doctor Death’ come to claim yore death tax


Creakingly, slowly I open the door

Come in my dear old friend; it is you I’m waiting for

What use have I for this plague-ridden shell

Or continuing this dia life, now an internal living hell


The lungs in my chest cavity rattling like chains

As fluid floods the capillaries causing me great bronchial pains

What sweet repose death will surely be

You’re a sight for sore eyes, as bloodshot as thee.


Prod away with your cane, your apothecial skills

Can not save me from my destiny with the scythe that kills.

For the Reaper’s at my threshold now over your shoulder, I see

I can hear the bell tolling and its tolling for me.



At Deaths Door.Plague DoctorThe Grim Reaper

◄ Blinded by this Covid hype

Gire & Gimble ►


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Paul Sayer

Sun 25th Oct 2020 06:21

And a special chilling thanks also go to the followinng great and good of WOL...

Dean, Jordyn, Stephen G, Julie, and last but by no means least Robert.

Thanks guys

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Paul Sayer

Sun 25th Oct 2020 06:14

Hi J.D.

So good you liked it twice 😂

Thanks for hitting the like.


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J.D. Bardo

Sun 25th Oct 2020 05:58

I am trying to keep Doctor Death, behind me for another breath. however my bad habit, will have him here as quick as a rabbit.

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Paul Sayer

Sat 24th Oct 2020 22:21

Hi Stephan...

I think I will add an audio file to this one.

That is a huge compliment my frind, thank you.


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Stephen Atkinson

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 16:52

Superb stuff. Po echoing Poe

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Paul Sayer

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 10:15

LOL. Hello Keith, it is panto season... well it is in my head.

What a great time/season to have some wordplay.

Thanks for your like.


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Paul Sayer

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 10:12

Do, my dear old friend I have SO much to tell ye.

Stay tuned because I have some really scary stuff in store.

I am gearing up for Samhain.

The veil betwixt this life and the next is getting thinner and thinner as Old Father Time winds the clock to chime on All hallows eve.

"The God, as Sun King is sacrificed back to the land with the seed until the Winter Solstice, and the Goddess, now as Crone, mourns Him until His rebirth at Yule."

The darkness is ever-encroaching.

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keith jeffries

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 09:38

A chilling poem Paul. It almost makes me want to glance over my shoulder. The first signs of a cough may throw me into a state of panic. Well rhymed. Good poem.
Thank you

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Fri 23rd Oct 2020 08:45

By the way is that an ostrich beak that man's wearing?


<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 23rd Oct 2020 08:43

Journey to next life
We all must travel
A one way ticket to
A new dimensional space
Imaginations can't reach there
No eyes witnessed the ground
I'm still making my way onwards
A life pleasant on earthly ground
Come join the path and let's play
A game of life and death
Like hide n seek with the angel on his way
No duping will work if you aren't smart enough
But the last breath shall finally seize
Giving way to another life,
On another place to be

This sounds negatively dark.
Some sick person on deathbed breathing last
Hope recovery finds it's way to him again
And life on earth may shine for few more decades for him

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