Death

Lady

A pandemic
one can deal with –
All heartbreaks
are quite chaotic!

If only
washing hands
helped –
The Lady
wouldn’t turn psychotic.

If chemo worked,
Where would faith go?
Pain would end.
Cancers wouldn’t grow.

Love might work
To cast hope even now,
Shining like a diadem
On a mortal brow.

Death keeps both
Faith and love in check,
With a noose
Around the neck.

Time to stop
Fighting the good fight;
And gracefully,
Walk into night.

You seem dark;
People I love
Are afraid of you.
They do not
See you truly,
As poets do.

Those think of you
As a friend,
Some as a lover,
Some as an end.

For me you’re no god,
No gateway –
You are one who will
Never betray.