Dear Death,

Hello Death.

I heard you were in town.

Knocking on doors and hiding under the covers.

Disappearing into the shadows and coming in the morning.

Letting someone believe that they can live to suffer.

Giving them sickness thinking they can recover,

you sneak into the scene and pull the plug.

Then grief begins anew.

Living in order to die.

Death why do you taunt us so?

Things would have been easier

if you just knocked at our door and told us its time to go.

Instead of coming and going.

We would have been ready and said our goodbyes,

planned our lives from birth to the grave.

There would have been no mistakes, no heartaches,

all would be laughter, no pain.

No God to blame or cling to.

But you chose to hide in the shadows of the faces of the moon.

Or in the penumbra of sunlight to mask your intentions.

The master chameleon

an ache of the heart, a pang of disease, a scratch on the knee, the graying hairs

Why do you taunt us so?

Life would have been so much easier if we could see you face to face.

On second thought, I have thought about this for a while…

What is there to live for if I have all ready seen your face Death?