Poem -

Talking to me? 

we've had a few conversations you and I different crossroads found us at the same table
it's been a while
I've never seen your face always sitting in the shadows 

you've looked for me ardently 
nonchalantly I've dared you at times 
we've played the game 
those better than me have lost- 
innocents, friends and heroes hidden 

they call you names 
Yama 
Thanatos
Grim Reaper 
they fear you
find ways to defy you 
but I know you--you inevitable motherfucker 

I wonder; are we due for a sit down 
yours is a sweet siren
a beguiling call 
show me your face this time
I am bored of seeing only shadows. 

© Lost

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