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Most people by now know that I've made death my theme for January ... in doing so, I thought of this ... we have no clue when, where or how Death will come for us when it's time, but if it could speak to you, what would Death say
Poem, Prose or short-story ... What would the Devil say to you ... tag me in the comment section this way: @Danceinsilence ... otherwise I won't know you have done this.
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STM in Poetry & Free Verse

It’s Dark Behind the Eyes

When I was a little boy I loved being in the woods

I’d war game with friends and we’d shoot BB guns at each other

We’d play with fireworks

And smoke cigarettes we stole from our dads

We were just boys being boys

And imitaing each other

Showing off all the dumb, dangerous bullshit we were told we’d better not get caught doing

Then one day I was out in the woods by myself

After watching Terminator

Or Full Metal Jacket

Or Predator

I can’t remember what movie it was

Something with blood and guts

Or aliens and spaceships

Whatever it was, there I was out in the woods

With a book of matches, a sling shot, and some fireworks

Full of bad ideas I needed to perfect before showing them off to my friends

And while minding my own business

I was interrupted

By an Old Man who changed my life forever

And to this day

After all I’ve been through

And everything I’ve seen

While shedding skins over time to become the person I am now

There’s one thing I will tell you about the Old Man in the woods that day

Something He said, “Close your eyes and think about it. Before you open them; know that you are what’s wrong with the world.”

When I open my eyes and look out at the world today

I understand completly