Death comes knocking at my door
Gently calling
Enclosing like a fog
Softly stealing away the light
But stalking not me
And scaring not me

Death comes sneaking down my hall
Whining, whispering
Crying like an abandoned child
Begging for a life to claim
But I do not hear
And I will not heed

Death reach is impotent
For one who was never alive


by Mary Fumento

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