philip l. cress

 

 

Death Falling Upon Me

 

I cannot walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
For I must run.
I can feel death's cold breath
on the back of my neck.
Telling me my time has come
and soon he will have me.

I run faster.

What have I done to be here already?
Why have I been cursed since birth
to come to an early demise.
Maybe I can run.
Maybe there is shelter ahead
in which I can hide.
"There will be no shelter and you
cannot escape." The reaper tells me.
The thought he can read my mind startles me.

I try to run faster.

I fall.

In one move, he flips me over
and pins me to the barren ground.
He hovers over me with a huge grin
on his face.

I blink.

When I reopen them, I see her.
My love.
She bends down and presses her silky lips
against my own.
I shut my eyes as our tongues intertwine.

All of the sudden I feel a burning
start in my heart.
It climbs into my mouth.
My eyes snap open.
It's no longer her; It's him.
He pulls his head back, so that I may see
my life force pass from my mouth
to his.

I start to wither away.
It begins at my feet.
I watch them shrivel, then turn to dust.
Again, my eyes shut.

As the life flows out of my body,
my mind travels back into her.
Her hair, her eyes, her lips,
the way she used to hold me,
the feel of her touch me when we made love.

Then there was the cold
As the world fades to black,
I remember.
The way she yelled.
The way I could never please her.
The lies she said to me,
All the empty promises.

The world goes silent and black.

So, this is the end.