Death at the door

At My Door

I made a promise, one I did not want to respect.

But my time is up and he’s at my door to collect.

Every soft knock sends my heart through my chest.

A last sip of my drink, to the door I slowly crept.

Twenty-one grams promised and now… I have nothing left.

 

H.L. Navarro Jr.

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    Wow, this is powerful. Strong stuff for Friday the July 13th…