No Denial
The floor so firm beneath your feet
is more like air than cold concrete.
The chair with fancy pillows replete,
is really more an ejection seat.
In a blink or on a whim,
machinations start within.
Suddenly, your sight grows dim,
blood clots gather in your limbs.
We know it happens to us all,
and, yet, we're stunned when loved ones fall.
It's death we know we can't forestall,
there is no rock in our stonewall.
In death, you see, there's no denial,
the pain is that it seems so final.
©Danielle White
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