My Visit with Death

How close I came one day to death and how I made the choice to keep living.

Death stared at me.

And I stared back at it.

In April. Sometime.

I felt it. And I was prepared.

I wrote a note.

I took Ichi.

Death was close. 

And I could feel the blade.

In the Car. Headed out.

I felt empty. And I was ready.

I looked around.

I blindly drove.

Death I could taste it.

And I knew it would hurt.

In the thoughts. Spiraling.

I felt so lost. His grave I thought.

I sped faster now.

I went fast till I saw the graves.

Death suddenly felt wrong.

And so many souls gone.

In this I parked. Nearby the curb.

I felt so sad. And I knelt at his grave.

I asked God why.

I pleaded take me now.

Death was not for me.

And I knew God agreed.

In the moment. Tears rolled.

I felt so broken. And I just prayed.

I talked for a long time.

I ran my voice hoarse.

I spoke of my wounds.

I spoke of my pain.

I longed for hope.

I found it.

And I made a vow.

Death was for later.

When I’m old and grey.

When I’ve lived all my life.

When I’ve loved again.

When I’ve had kids.

When I’ve seen the world.

Death was not now.

So this I vowed. I made a pact.

And to this day I stick around.