Death Of A Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

My imagination
Can't keep up with reality
I look in the mirror into my eyes
And it is not clear what I see
Staring back me
As unfamiliar as tomorrow
The road has been long
With many unexpected turns
Some say years have been kind
But they can't imagine the pain
Death is close
It is now stalking its prey
Moving in slowly I am a helpless victim
It paws me with its sharp claws
Reveling in each piece of pain
Toying with my spirit my heart my brain
I feel finally the time is near
But cowardly
Cruelly it disappears