Death Taunts Me
My Guardian Angels wings have snapped
He says "It's just a small defect."
So, as Death taunts me
I will stand desolate.
When He comes to my door,
No knocking will sound,
Instead you'll hear laughter
And I'm left confound.
Any dignity I had left
Was stripped down and buried
This conniving theft
Took all of my belongings.
I'm fragile like crystallized glass
With a thousand cracks
You can see it in contrast
Like white to black.
Unexplainable is what I call it,
There is no chance of rest,
There is no chance to breathe.
I'm a prisoner in my own body.
And unfortunately,
I'm not dying.
Copyright © Sara Phillips | Year Posted 2010
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