Death

by

Heather Nicole Luther

Death is a silent predator in the midst of night.
It watches it prey and takes it without warning or right.

You stare death in the face as a stranger.
And you do nothing but laugh at its shadow.

Then all the while you’re locked down in handcuffs.
And you’re wallowing in your own self pity.

The thought crosses your mind to cheat God out of His own time.
And you would deprive Him of a beautiful angel.

At that point you realize its all not worth it.
Then you unlock your soul and let it free.

You reconsider the thought of death.
And you realize what you would miss.

The flowers on the path you wouldn’t get to pass.
And the day’s end sunset you would not see.

Years pass by and you feel lucky to be alive.
Aren’t you so glad you got to see that flower bloom again?

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