When Your Name Is Called

My take on Poppy's Prompt

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Upon my door, a postcard

as the wind began to blow

A message from the graveyard

from someone I used to know

My teeth chattered like windchimes

as my fear began to grow

The sirens called at bedtime

whispering, "it was my time to go"

I bargained and I haggled

there's still so much for me to see

My life like mere sandcastles

being ravaged by the sea

Leaving nothing but a shallow grave

where time rests upon the sand

Grains pulled away with every wave

by death's swift and unseen hand

I tore up that old postcard

burnt it and threw it in the trash

But death is a faithful guard

I was the one that turned to ash