Knock away Death

Death day in, death day out,

Death is all you sense throughout.

A smile on her face, your best friend,

Pain in her eyes, so deadened.

What more can you do? What to do?

It haunts you, it taunts you.

But she soldiers on, she still comes to your aid,

You realize anew how easy you have life made.

I will not give in. I will not give up.

Till I can, with her, I will keep up.

I will not shed a tear. I will not let in fear.

I will not her ideals smear.

When she moans for death, I will crack a joke.

When she tires, I will prod, I will support.

Death, knock all you want, evermore

I, we, are NOT opening the door.

- Written on 4 May 2013.

- Self explanatory.

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