Reasons

Death is no accident. There is a reason.

The night was arriving, light fades

Flavors sweet in mind, favored moments

And his thought threw off the chains

Bindings of the busy day’s rush relaxing

Attention freed from its labor, rest.

 

Peace at last, shadow flickers, spinning

Rising in the corner of vision, forming

And the wraith slowly appears, Reaper

Cold, a sensation of body and mind, grips

As heart skips beats marking time, wonder.

 

“You’re here early, before my time appointed”

Silence answers disbelief, questions flood forth

“Wait there is more to do.” Reasons stumble

Patient gloom descends, covering reality’s sight

“Why?” the final question of all life ask.

 

“I am here to help you pass from this realm.”

“But I need to say goodbye,” tears forming

“Time for “Goodbyes” has passed, no more

“But what will they think?” leaving, no reason

The reason is the gun in hand.