SO YOU ARE SCARED THAT DEATH MIGHT COME

So you are scared that death might come,

that death might come in a week or a month,

the death you have known since first you came

to know it on those days present as distant memories,

the strange childhood ritual of hospital visits and funerals,

in fear and pain shall come for you now.

Always it was there, death, but in the distant horizon,

pushed to future decades hence, pushed to the future

for you. Others it came to take, sudden or through

long years of fear and pain; some you loved, some

you just knew, but you watched all them die.

Deep you believed death was not for you now.

Always it was there, death, but in the distant horizon

for you; a death you saw coming when feeble,

and in extreme old age, you would have been a child again;

a relief for a husk after you had withered away -

only for others was death present in the days we lived in.

Deep you believed death was not for you now.

So you are scared that death might come,

that death might come in a week or a month,

that death would come for you. That in your youth

or prime, or those that should be the golden years,

death will come for you; that fear and pain

you shall know as death comes for you.

20.03.2020