Death

I know that it's unavoidable

and that one day it will come.

It scares me that it's unforeseeable

and it leaves me feeling glum.

One day when I least expect it

he'll come knocking on my door.

He comes in with no permit

and leaves behind a mess of horror.

Maybe I'll be ready to go

or maybe I'll want to stay.

There's no way to know

until I get to that day.

I only fear a thing that's rather grim

and his name is Death.

I will always fear him

until my very last breath.