Death At the Door
Death is easy; it is Life that makes dying difficult. ~By Poet
Death
is at
my bedroom
door; It doesn’t
have to knock, doesn’t
have to show its face, I
can feel its presence. Should I
open and hug eternity,
Or wait awhile to steal a few more
lively breaths and endure mortality?
~02/18/22
~Contest: E forms Etheree
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2022
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