I seen death
In my father's face,
When he was laid out
In that final place, ,
Hospital morgue,
Cold and sterile,
Gone so sudden
No time to reconcile.
I met death,
As my mother exhaled
From a sickly brest,
the final breadth from her cancerous chest,
Delerium eased her terminal state,
Opiates carried her to heavens gate,
I feared death
When in your eyes
I saw panic as you realised
Death was trying to take my hand,
To lead me to some promised land,
But I'm not ready to leave you yet
death will Wait,
don't you fret.
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