Letter to Death

 by Law Hamilton

Dear Death,

I feel your foreboding presence again; as your hands grip and hold me: taunting, daring, challenging.

My race against the clock begins.

I take a deep breath to calm the rising wave of panic.  

But, you have taken away my breath and panic crashes through me.   

Battles being fought in my blood.  

Every cell a casualty.  

Deep and deeper it goes, we shall see who gives up his hold.

The seconds that tick by feel like hours, feverishly I watch the clock.

TIME CRITICAL - internal forces fail

For all the help I can reach, I grab

An outside source of adrenaline from which my thigh registers a stab.

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It is not the first, nor will it be the last time, I will see your face.

This time I have won,