Dahlia Morris

The Knocking

The Knocking

I woke up this morning 
I heard death knocking on my door
I thought to answer it's moaning 
But wasn't quite sure

I took a moment for reflection 
It was indeed a lifetime decision to make
Was this the right direction?
Now there as just so much at stake 

Death seems like an appealing alternative 
When life becomes too much to bear
Until death shows up as a definitive 
And then, you think, it really isn't fair

How does one choose between life and death?
There is so much to live for
I haven't had a chance to travel the world yet
I didn't need to worry or fret; I need time to live more

When you choose death 
Death doesn't always choose you 
But there is one thing you can bet
When death does choose, the choice is made for you

D. Loveday Morris

An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2020

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  • Kostas LagosKostas Lagos (8/28/2020 1:04:00 PM)

    So many things to live for, so little time...Great poem

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  • Khairul AhsanKhairul Ahsan (8/27/2020 2:55:00 AM)

    'When you choose death
    Death doesn't always choose you
    But there is one thing you can bet
    When death does choose, the choice is made for you' - a point to ponder over.

    Loved your poem, Dahlia.

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