Usually

The clock usually woke me up every morning.

But Today Death woke me.

Breakfasts were usually always so boring.

But today Death ate with me.

 

I usually am sick and tired of always being sad.

But Today Death made me happy.

I usually sit down, never move, and become so very mad.

But today Death told me there was somewhere I had to be.

 

I began to fix myself in the mirror.

While Death fixed my hair.

I touched my reflection and said, “There is nothing I should fear.”

Death and I closed our eyes, and began to breathe the air.

 

I opened my eyes to see my life bit from bit.

Death stood and waited by the door.

I wondered what was on the other side of it.

Death opened the door, and I saw there was something more.

This poem is about: 
Me

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