Hiding from Death

I found her curled up under the covers.

"You cannot hide from me, my friend."

Her frail form shook. Her soft voice said:

"You cannot take me, I'm not ready yet."

"You must come with me, friend," said I.

"Not yet," she pleaded. "I'm not ready yet."

"You can't hide any longer, you must come.

"No one can hide from me, my dear.

"No one can hide from me - from Death."

She peeked out at me now, held out her hand -

I grabbed her outstretched arm, and said:

"Well done, my friend - no one can hide from Death."

And then, together, we went on.

Reviews

[Mitch]

When so many people fear death its nice to look at it as an old friend. and I like the last line "and then, together, we went on." There is always something else.

[Anastasia_Snow]

Thanks for reading and reviewing, Mitch!

[Curtis.Lenker]

I love this poem. It kinda makes you realize how precious life is. I tell people that you I can either live to be one hundred or go outside and get hit by a bus so I never plan for me that three seconds at a time. Its seems like its funny to laugh at but in the end out seconds will run out Thanks for sharing this awesome poem.

[Anastasia_Snow]

Thank you for reading it and for your review, Awesome One!

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This is a wonderful piece and very thought provoking. I made me think about how I am not invincible and time can run out at any moment. N.

[Anastasia_Snow]

Thank you very much, N!

[Jay Ryan]

I really enjoyed reading this ! Good concept, keep on writing! :)

[Anastasia_Snow]

Thank you, Jay Ryan!