The Person Of Death Poem by Melissa Killough

Death's door I knock.
Scary thing it's not locked.
Why mess with which I love or me.
If hurt comes to one my fury you'll see.
Death is a part of life.
But to it I'll take the knife.
Hate has come from deep within.
But death in light has not ever been.
Please take the one if you must.
But don't leave sadness in his dust.
For if you do, Death I'll cheat.
In love or hate, blood comes with a beat.
In Death there is a fight.
But none could make it right.
To death I honestly vow.
To no longer ask why or how.