Death

Death you are a coward.

You’re powerful but you hide,

rarely tipping your hand, unless

you feel like torturing someone.

Why not tell me when I’ll die,

then we can deal with it face to face.

And what will you show me,

eternity or finality?

Playing it close to the vest even

though you have nothing to lose,

I fear you but do not respect you.

I won’t cower when we meet;

I refuse to give you the satisfaction.