When Death Comes

Happy New Year

Saw this online. Not sure who wrote it, but I think it’s beautiful.

But I think I want to start sharing some of my poetry.

*gulp*

I had to write a haiku for a challenge I’m doing. I went dark with it, of course.

Awake in the dark
I feel the power of death.
It won’t be long now.

Who’s awake with me

As the witching hour ends

When the bugs have stopped talking

But the birds haven’t started yet

Lying in the dark

While the fan whirs

And my husband breathes beside me

It’s too hot with the blanket

Too exposed without

Naked and afraid

So close, yet so alone

I wait for oblivion