Death by Maggie Barton
I sat across from Death today.
Death looked directly at me as I looked back.
I chose not to run or try to escape.
For as I looked it became a mirror for me.
I saw humanity with its joys and sorrows, pains and hopes.
I saw a life led best it could.
I saw the ambivalence about lifes journeys end.
That bittersweetness that is lifes fabric.
I asked the question "what is beyond that door?"
When is it my turn?
I dont know.
At least he knows when I dont.
What then is there?
Looking out of the window into the rain.
Passing life along as best we know how.
Cant run away anymore.
Cant escape from that inevitable door that approaches all of us, closer and closer, day by day.
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