Foresight
I have lived…
I have lived so many times.
Death always finds me when I need it to,
and need it I do.
Not peaceful, not merciful, not painful,
but abrupt and insistent
Every night, precise as the ticking clock.
I cannot help but to anticipate:
one fateful day the clock will cease,
and I shall meet Death as an old friend.
For the first time…
For the last time.
Copyright © Amaris Muriel Thomas | Year Posted 2017
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