Death's Door
I have knocked
on death’s foreboding door
more than once
as it happens
it was not the sound of my knocking
that froze my soul
but the sound of my knocking
as it darkly echoed behind death’s door
the door has yet to be opened
but the sound of that echo
will stay with me
until the day
that the door does get opened
and I step straight on through.
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