Posted in Poetry, Spoken Word

Death Comes Knocking

Death knocked on the door of the child and gently rocked her to sleep

She lay her head against the chest of a heart that did not beat

And no-one wept because no-one knew her name her identity

But Death came knocking on her door and took all memories

She no longer cried no longer smiled no longer worried no longer cared

She did not feel anger, pride or fear or anything that could be compared

To this feeling that she was experiencing this awe of a place that she’d heard;

Gardens of joy and waterfalls of peace now death was a distant purr

A soft breeze a fruit off a tree so sweet was every piece

This place was amazing I wish I could take you But it’s a place every man will not meet

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But yes Death will greet you happily

Lets hope it is with good fortune

That he takes you right and you don’t steer left

To doom despair and torture




Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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