Dicing with Death
“Death, life’s old nemesis, comes unbidden.”
~ Quote by poet
It was a soft knock barely discernible
in the dead of night
I was in the vice-grip of sleep…
slumbering in my sanctuary
serenely snugly
who’s there? I wonder …
from my subconscious realm
a cry bubbles up,,,
who comes knocking at the door
in this god-forsaken hour of night
my mind dozes off again
knock knock knock
now persistent
now more forceful
now with a purpose behind each knock
a little louder a little more annoying
I plodded from bedroom down to the front door
stumbling through
a maze of hazy dreams
walking on shifting clouds
unwilling pushed from the back
toward the door and
I wonder …
I took a peek through the peep-hole
no one was there none was seen
just empty space
I stepped back turned around
started walking back when …
another knock!
now annoyed at my wit’s end
I flung open the door
and….
came face to face with death!
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