Death knocking on your door

Death knocking on your door

A Poem by Tara

When Death comes knocking on your door

Lay in the bath
Running my fingers over the water
Picking up the bubbles 
And watching them slip from my hand
The heat from the bath is making me dizzy
But it stops me from thinking 
About what has passed.

The thoughts running through my head
As I hear a knock upon the door
I know who it is
He's finally come
To take away the pain
And leave only pure bliss.

The door opens 
As I bid him entry 
I know what he's come to do
And I do not care
No one else can see him
Only I 
His business is only with me. 

He lifts his hand
And I shut my eyes
I feel myself being drained
As I slip deeper into the bath
My life has been full
With no hurt of note
And I allow my memories to flood over my mind.

The screen goes black
The stars go out
My heart slows down
My breathing falling into occasional pants
But I'm relaxed 
I know what's coming
And I thought i'd tell you
Not to run
 And not to hide
When Death comes knocking on your door. 

© 2012 Tara

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Added on February 17, 2012
Last Updated on November 9, 2012
Tags: Death, Dying, Bath, Pain



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