Death Has Come Home.

Death has come home;

to sleep in my soul.

she whispers, she calls.

why shouldn't i go?

Death has come home,

to see me again.

she knocks on the front door.

and i let her in.

Death has come home.

and now she won't leave;

she follows, like shadows.

and won't let me sleep.

This poem is about: 
My country




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