Death is Knocking at My Door
Bang, Bang, Bang...
By Elizabeth DegnerPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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I've come for you.
So, Death is knocking at my door.
Should I let Him in?
BANG, BANG, BANG!
There he goes again.
He whispers to me through the door that He's come to take my hand.
So, I drown out His knocks with music from my favorite band.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
I slowly approach the door.
I look through the tiny peephole but He isn't there anymore.
I hear a woman scream from just across the street.
I guess I'm not the only one He came here to meet.
I lay down in my bed, knowing the end is near.
And although my brow is sweating, there isn't any fear.
I've come to terms with life and accepted death.
So, I greet him with a smile as I draw my last breath.
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