Death and I
Ewurama Welbeck@ewuramawelbeck990658
1 year ago
The Show Stealer
Fleeting emotions crumple our facade in seconds.
We entered a stare down.
Death cried, I howled
Death pulled , I held on
Death tried, I pressed on
Heavy silent whispers !
"You have to let him go",
The Show Stealer with a coy smile was crafting ...
The show must go on , I insisted.
Dark lights-- despair--
Blinding sun;
Life was birth; sanity restored .
The Miraculous happened.