My final breath, a sigh

Accepting the inevitable

I had neither time nor patience
and this I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used
but still the stranger stayed.

I bid him sit if stay he must
offering him a chair,
this he declined without a word
but with a steely glare.

That chilled my bones to marrows core
withering my very soul,
a shadow crossing o'er my heart
a shadow black as coal.

It was then I knew my time was his
he'd called to still the hands,
to lead me from this mortal coil
and to the promised lands.

So silently I left with him
my final breath a sigh,
of sadness that my life was done
and this my time to die...

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

Amazing write...adore the intriguing, compelling, profound imagery...
simply captives... not to mention the fluidity. Thank you for sharing...
(:

[Gee]

Thank you for your very kind words

[barleygirl]

I really love this . . . your poem is firing on all cylinders . . . great rhyme, rhythm, & haunting tones of acceptance, albeit with just a bit of reluctance. I love this attitude about death, becuz it's the most realistic & useful way to approach it, especially when it's imminent (toward the end of our lives). I love the way you personified death as a guest not really welcomed nor rejected. Great message.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly, haven't written much lately so giving it a bash