Death Knocks at my Door

Scared I peek over the railing. Night’s cloak seems to sheath his figure from other eyes. Am I the only one seeing him? Do I need to do this again? His vacant eyes glare through demanding entrance. Full of fear I drop to the floor panicking. My heart beat racing at the impatient knock. What have I done to deserve him here so soon? I’m still so young, How can I need to be gone in my youth? I’ve never done anything so wrong that I need to be punished. At least not punished by the universe. I peek over the railing again and he’s gone. I breathe a sigh of relief and turn around. He’s there staring at me. My sigh of relief becomes a sharp intake of breath. His eyes are frightening glaring into mine. No, Not yet… I havn’t… I’m fighting his stare. I can’t go yet. I havn’t told him how I truly feel. I havn’t told her what she means to me, I don’t even get to say good-bye? No. I will not go this way. Legs shaking I stand up, We’re doing this my way. I gather my thoughts. I’m not ready to die. Not yet. My depression will not kill me, I won’t let it. I look death in the eye, His stare is ever-vacant. It’s as though he has never felt this resistance before. I show him my scars from dodging his brethren. His eyes stare cold, unmoving I shout my reasons for staying. Silent as them all he shakes his head. I nod. It’s going to be yes. I refuse to leave now. I don’t know how it feels to be loved by him. I know he loves me. I know I want to love him. She’s been by my side everyday she could She’s my baby sis in a way, And I can’t leave her behind. No death I’m not leaving. He raises his scythe, And I stand tall. A flash of light, And now I hold a new scar.