Death Is Near

Death is near
But will not come close.
It’s not me,
That he wants the most.

I offer myself,
I’m ready to go.
I willingly surrender,
And he shouts, “NO!”

“We shall tango,
And then I will win.
Not accepting your surrender,
Tortures your soul more in the end.”

Death hides in my shadows
Causing me so much pain.
He roars with laughter,
While driving me insane.

- Max M. Power

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