Death At My Threshold

Death At My Threshold prose poem

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“What is it that makes
you flabbergasted,
my dear mortal?
This isn’t for the first
time you’ve been throttled
by the fear of demise”
says the death angel while
ripping apart my bones.

“Why am I still remain,
to you, unknown
after you’ve witnessed
my imprints on departing those,
beside whom you cry and mourn.”
Asks he further when unwinds
my soul’s delicate threads.

“How you’re oblivion to the end
of your existence when it’s been promised before you know
what life means.”
With the final words uttered,
he lifts up my spirit while I throw
last glance of goodbye to the world.

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