Witness

Death scribes itself a poem
underneath my skin,
wraps it spirit of darkness
creeping from within.

Around my neck it swirls
feigning jealousy,
for breathing pious air
blind hypocrisy.

Death comes to take me over
warrantless approach
arresting my poor body
stealing from my soul.

In Retrospect

Death startled my emotions,
spun them in the air
flipped my body upside down
forcing out despair.

I begged and pleaded “SAVE ME,”
cried with all my might,
while chanting prayers of mercy
" grant my life tonight"

Awakened from the nightmare,
the memory stirs a breath
I sigh with strange relief;
“I escaped my death.”