When Death Was Calling

     Disappeared is all color
Everything is shades of grey
There’s no distinction between
The dark of night and light of day

The feeling is as dead of winter
The branches are bare
I’m finding it difficult to breathe
There’s a staleness in the air

I don’t know the days
It’s all just a blend
I’m alone with my thoughts
The devil is my only friend

This was my story from an eternity ago
My first KISS was a shock to life
The AED at the hands of Angels
Now thirty nine years with a wife

The past is gone and just a distant memory
I broke away from the enthralling
Cherishing life and glad I didn’t answer
The phone When Death Was Calling

Written By:Charles Kean
06/24/2023