Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poem: The Threat of Death

The Threat of Death

Three days past my fear
That day the ominous air engulfed me
I felt the threat of sure death
As the gray rain poured unto me

It was a gray day
I felt gloom everywhere
I crossed the street
And heard a loud bang

That’s when I thought
my life would end
I don’t know why
That sound caused me to quake

It was a primal fear
But I was calm
The end was near
Like always I was alone

I walked on alone expecting my death
When it never came I went to work
A normal day, I scrubbed pots and pans
I left the place forgetting my end

Gray was mortality for the moment
It was a humbling experience
And I felt alive
Until…

(Belart)