Happily Turned Away

Why do we reflect in the dead of night, so often with morbid thought?

 

 

I knocked death’s door

Not once twice but more!

Each time something made them say go!

I live to tell you so…

Why as yet I’m not sure?

Maybe kept guessing, maybe I will never know!

It leaves you cold to think of that eventual open door.

I am in another phase and live my life unsure.

Will this illness leave my side?

Perhaps subside or even just hide.

Happy to be rejected just once more!

 

Toby Lee © 2018