In the silence of mortality, death whispers not an end but rather the profound punctuation mark in life's narrative, reminding us to savor each fleeting moment, for in its embrace lies the eternal profundity of existence. Death to some, a blessing, to some, a curse. "Knock, knock" it says, in anticipation it waits calmly at the door, wanting to pounce. "Nothing goes on and on"... he says, with a list of names and it's no coincidence it's your name he finds at the top of the list. He sits comfortably in the living room, where he has come to take a soul or two or rather the whole family. Cold are his arms as he embraces his entertainers. Sometimes he takes a stroll at the hospital and sits beside a sick bed and calmly plays with one's hair, sometimes he sits beside one on a trip, he takes one's hand off the wheel and boom it's all gone. I also remember taking a lot of people in their sleep, he draws a line between life and death and pulls them over, one can say he is very playful. Hale and hearty, one could be having fun, only for him to join you and that would be the end of mortality .
Death a friend and an enemy♥️✍️
© Isaac Jimoh Samuel