WASTED LIFE BY David W Choate

How does it feel
To have the overarching
Angel of Death looming over you?

I know her intimately.
A Solicitous anxiety
You feel ?

No . No..No... Smug fool.
No more solicitous for you
Than a fitted pine box.

I presage no redemption
For your birthright in Heaven.
You sold that long ago.

The World you leave a mess
Means nothing
To the Angel of Death.
She just came to end yours.

 

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