Dancing with Death

Looking out the window

I wait for the rain to flow.

I’m trying to understand my sorrow

While mourning at the same time

In the same room

With the same tune.

Death offers his hand to dance

To provide release

While ceasing to exist.

My heart heavy with pain

My lungs aching with stains

And my body tired of the strain.

I look into his eyes

And noticed the ever lasting darkness.

I responded with not today.

We continued to conversate

All the while resisting

The urge to dance it away.

Love and pain is what I love and hate

But without either, I wouldn’t

Be the person I am today.

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