Death waits

I stared into the black night
water running down the window pane
distorting the image of me

Waiting with the dark rain
knowing without being told, the truth
death waited for me

Every drop should have been a tear
but I was cold and dark inside
No pain, no love, no fear

My thread of patience held me inside
I wanted to run, throw me outside
where death poured from the heavens.

The lights cut through me
The car, my lift, gateway to death
Pulled up and waited for me.

An image approached, pulled me outside
with words, to comfort and cajole
I wanted to stay, not confront

It beckoned, scythe dripping
And my legs would not function
fear and thoughts absent

It soaked my hair, my skin, my clothes
I was drenched in death
distoring my image of me

The gateway opened and I sat inside
words thrown at me floated in mid air.
The car moved, motorised arms clearing rain

Lights flashed, flickered, died on my eyes
more words bounced with the car
we arrived where death waited for me.

Caught in the eyes of my mother
but beaten by the smile on her face
and my tears fell into place.