O Death

I first saw Death on a Greyhound, the look on that woman's face when it sat beside her 'bout scared the life out of me too. I saw Death again during the war. I tried to warn them boys it stood beside but the burst of a bomb greeting its target drowned out my cries. I went and became a doctor to try and stop Death; how many souls I saw it steal I can't rightfully stay, but I do recall when it first came for mine. I knew I could not hide from it; I knew I could not beat it; I knew I could not outrun it but I'll be damned if I will not try. I ran to my home as fast as my legs could carry me, and I bolted and barricaded the door. Here I've waited; for how long I ain't rightfully sure and I don't care all that matters is I'm safe.

I hear Death every hour day and night; it scrapes at my door and taps at my windows. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of it through the curtains. Some days he comes as an old friend or a relation, but I know better. Then I hear it, like thunder crashing and cracking through my ears, has Death broken down my door? But the scream from outside my door tell me Death has come for someone else.

First he cries to himself then he cries to me. "Help me, please is anyone in there"

I forget myself and run to the door but then I come to my senses and respond. "I give you credit Death this is very clever, but it will take more than this cheap charade to get me."

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