Solace

When I listen hard enough, I hear it as life evaporates, I fear it. Will I dance in heaven or writhe in hell or return to nothingness as well? Will I survive my final breath or live to see my certain death? I ask the glaring pools of black inside my mirror, staring back and then I hear that Death once more rapping softly at my door. When opened, I see a thousand ways that I might meet my end of days but in this form, no ugliness upon the face of my obsess. Just gratefulness for what I have, this bittersweet becomes a salve to mend a heart which takes for granted each breath which should leave me enchanted and then I bid a soft farewell that I might contemplate this well. Why this shade would come to me then force my darkened eyes to see the futility of hanging on to a life forgotten when its gone? This lesson learned, left me a wish that I might finally cherish and sorrow for each day that’s past yet live each moment like my last.