
When Death Comes

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