I stayed afloat, treading in a dream moat,
felt the Sandman's grains stuck in my throat,
and the sickle of death scrape against,
the back of my neck, cold metal,
take the burning hot kettle,
pour the water in,
and warm me up,
I'm freezing to death,
my hair stood on the back of my neck,
I prayed for my end,
he laughed,
he whispered,
he grinned.
"Not today, or tomorrow,
but my shadow walks with you,
I step where you step,
I do what you do,
and one day I'll come,
swinging my scythe,
and in the blink of an eye,
I'll steal your life."
The alarm clock went,
I rolled out of bed,
at first giddy, excited,
it was all in my head,
then I thought of work,
and what he had said,
he can't steal my life,
my soul is already dead.
Andy Veilleux 
Another excellent poem…glad I started my day by reading your poems.
Thanks slpmartin, that means a lot coming form you. Your poetry is very good, and I wish you all the best 🙂