Death will welcome me
I dance with death
Every day.
He greets me,
Expecting me to
Come and see him,
As I have so often before,
And now do again.
He takes me
By the hand
And leads me
In his dance.
There is no music
But the sound of
His words.
As they drum
Off my ears.
I can’t hear him
I can’t see him
I can’t move.
Because
I am lost
In darkness
But he takes me
And he speaks to me.
Without words,
Without meaning.
But the feeling I get
When he pushes me
Away.
And I am thrown
Into the pain of life
Again.
But I know
And he knows
That I will visit him
Again
Soon.
Eddy Blume
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