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)
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