I greet death like an old friend
Allowing him in my home
Whether its a sweet or bitter end
Dying happy or alone
His presence keeps me warm
When the world is so cold
Let it be taken in any form
By myself, I'm not that bold
He offers me an exit
When I need it most
My decision to accept it
May be coming close
So I take his hand
And accept my fate
Like the man, I think I am
And hopefully I see those pearly gates.
I greeted death like an old friend
And I followed him until the end.
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In My Thoughts
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I use to express the waves of emotions inside of my head.
