Death comes
Whether we are ready for it or not
Some can resist the darkness
Healing themselves
From their various ailments
And disease
Through the aid of those
Who call themselves doctor
Maybe through faith in prayer
Death can be held at bay
Until the fateful day
When death finally comes
Others cannot resist it
Their dis-ease in this world
This life
Creates in them a hopelessness
That in itself is a disease
Eating away at their dreams
Eroding their hope
Their ability to enjoy life
Their desire to see what the future
Here may hold for them
When death comes
They silently welcome him
Escaping the tethers
Of their addiction to pain
Choosing to move on
To another realm
Leaving loved ones
To deal with grief
Wondering if their was anything
They could have done differently
That would have changed
The course of time
And left a more hopeful soul
For death to find
On that dreadful day
When, too early
Death did come
E.A. Fussell
02.14.2021
E. A. Fussell 