The Day that Death Came for Me
A poetic musing
The day that Death came for me
I hid behind the door.
For all the times I called his name
He'd never come before.
The day that Death came for me
I thought of darker days.
When my heart hurt so very much
and life seemed an endless maze.
The day that Death came for me
I remembered a brighter time.
Of loved ones near and dear to me
And moments of reason and rhyme.
The day that Death came for me
I wondered how they'd cope
If I just up and disappeared
Having reached the end of my rope.
The day that Death came for me
I asked to bid him adieu...
"I'd like to stay a bit longer
if it's all the same to you?"
The day that Death came for me
he bowed and said: "It's fine...
I only came to answer your call
and say 'it's not your time'."
About the Creator
Leigh-Anne Dennison
She/her; writer; editor; communications pro; photographer; vegetarian;
human, LGBTQIA, and animal rights activist; environmentalist.
"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." Aesop
"Do or do not. There is no try." Yoda
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