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Caitlyn Mulcahy


I write on my laptop, I write on my books, I write on my hands. Best of all, I write in my head. Constantly. I'm never not writing. What do you think dreams are? Your brain writing its own stories while you are sleeping.

Fear Not Death

April 1, 2016


As the hands of time tick to a close,
All hope in life falls short and morose,
Families pause declaring their love,
Death reaches out removing his glove,
He grins thrilled, knowing what awaits,
Victims lament expecting their fates,
Death curls his cruel, fingers around,
His prey that fall limp without a sound,
With a slight chuckle, he tugs their souls,
Sure his efforts had taken their tolls,
 He whispers thanks to the empty cases,
That once had joyful smiling faces,
Now blank and pale, death sees his job done,
And whisks away his captives one by one,
Back on Earth families shriek and sob,
Wondering how long their hearts will throb,
One husband is gone leaving three kids,
One sister sleeps with heavy lids,
Death claims another, no one will miss,
One girl lies alone, who suffered his kiss,
She was unloved and cared not to live,
So Death promised her, he would give,
The gift of forever with God up above,
Filled with delight and undeserved love,
No longer plagued by the limits of living,
Heaven and God will be forgiving,
So fear not Death for he may be kind,
And save in you the soul he will find,
So the hands of time begin again,
Ready to reward the sins of men. 


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