Death,
It comes for us all.
There is nothing we can do,
To stop it.
When it is my time,
I will accept it.
But it does not mean,
I won’t be afraid.
I will do what ever it takes,
To try and avoid it.
But how will I know
When it is my time, or not?
When will it come?
When must I be ready?
Will it be obvious,
Or will it be indistinguishable?
How long can I avoid it?
Before I have no where else to run.
How much more time,
Do I have to live?
Death,
I wait for you,
But I still fear you,
And will run if I can.
