Recently I found an archive disc filled with poetry from a decade ago. Most I am not posting here since am doing newer pieces now. But this one came from a significant time when my continued presence in the material world was touch and go due to an illness and heartbreak. And perhaps, will pull someone else up short in time to strive for living.
It is often easier not to fight for life at critical points if there is great sadness present, also. I have a small group of very loving and special people to thank for reminding me that life was worth fighting to retain. And we won..since am here to write about it over a decade later!
Death Came To Call
Death came to call
Insidious serpentine creature
Who writhed in my hands
And promised much
Relief from stress and fancy dress
To hide my qualms
Grey armor against the slices
Of a world to often cold
Wrapped warm comfort around
My burdened face and shoulders
When no comfort seemed at hand
Death came by and promised much
And left the price for later
Made it's bargain seem a dream
Insubstantial as smoke itself.
And I never noticed the wispy band
That wrapped itself around
And held me close in loving hand
Was slowly turning out the lights.
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