Pale Horse

Hidden within each of us is demiseresiding in our fearLike a leech draining our liesbowing without careIt creeps to the clepsydra for highshowling to the pale mareA deep Hydra in disguisesawing into time so dearSans breath it cuts the tiesknowing that our time is nearAt last death fills our eyesripping us in a final tear…

Categorized as poetic

By kuahji

Ask not what disease the person has, but rather what person the disease has. -William Osler