Shadow Hamilton Poet Villanelle

Death Calls

I see you there, for me waiting,
you hover in endless patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Yet I linger on, each breath rasping, 
as I am clearing my conscience,
I see you there, for me waiting.

Too soon the curtains are parting,
now at an end is my patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Time is slowing, it's so daunting,
draining away is my essence.
I see you there, for me waiting.


Grievances now aside casting,
Letting in instead, some cogence,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Death I have treated with voidance,
giving it little reverence,
I see you there, for me waiting,
now I pass, death me is calling.

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Brenda Meier-Hans September 17, 2014 at 10:42 AM I never thought I would see someone alive writing about death yet somehow this seems so natural, so real. I hope when it's my time, I will see them there waiting for me.

Dorian Petersen Potter September 16, 2014 at 9:22 AM Beautiful villanelle in all it's darkness! Great job with this one. xxxxx D.