Death, You Are Not Welcomed Here

Death, you are not welcomed here

You are not a traveler I long to see
Your home is not a place I want to be.

Death, you are not welcomed here

Yours is not a story that need be told
Yours is not a hand I wish to hold.

Death, you are not welcomed here.

We may meet in due time, but nowhere near now.
Now is not yours it’s mine, for this I will allow.

Death, you are not welcomed here.

Take your misery, blackness, and all your fear.
Take your heartache, loss, and please do disappear.

Death, you are not welcomed here.

 

(Day 4 30/30 #PoetryMonth)