Meeting Death

A feeling I felt, yet never been experienced. A feeling I never thought I would feel. Yet it has been felt, fantasy world. I've heard about you, incries and moans. In heart broken stores and hopeless sighs. I've smelt your scent, in hospital corridors and poverty stricken street. Meeting death, dark and unbearable. Convinced death is opposite of white with feathers taking all pain away. Sorrow and pain cold,so pure, bright and peaceful. I loath your works, yet sometimes I longed for your embrace. I would love to hate you, yet I think at times you are a hand of mercy. Meeting death, companion of fear. Acquaintance to sickness. The guest that comes uninvited. Your footprints leave a sting that never ends. To see your end will be the joy of all.