Dignity In Death Poem by James McLain

death taunts you, it shouldn't
but it does
right out of your reach.
reaching out too the orb
you do, too one dropp.
death struggles to watch
you as it's one milky white
stands near you.
your struggle only intensifys
as you reach out
too the hardness you feel inside
but it's not.
that one milky dropp just out of
your reach
and you start too a little, as one hand.
deaths assistant your shadow comes
around and tightens your strap
once more and hearing you gasp.
raspy of breath death grows excited.
your shadow comes back around
and between,
your lips as you watch again it is not.
deaths shadow on the wall grows and grows.
and in between the curtain it is soft and.