The Dark Figure Beside Me
My eyes were opened to the dark figure beside me.
“Where did you come from?” I asked.
A disquieting smile grew upon his eerie face.
“I have always been beside you,” he replied.
“I have been with you since you were conceived.”
Questions flooded my troubled mind.
I asked, “Why, then, have I never seen you?”
“You have seen me before,” he replied monotonously.
The look upon my face at his response prompted his laugh.
“Who are you?” I inquired, growing more concerned.
“I’ve had many names,” he chirped.
“Thanatos, Abaddon, Shinigami…you are free to choose.”
“Are you here to take my soul?” I inquired with a gasp.
“Death” laughed at my fear and softly touched my shoulder.
“No, not now. But I’m always here and will someday take you.”
Anxiously I looked at the dark specter and took in a breath.
“When will you take me?” my heavy heart requested.
“That’s the rub,” my reaper said with his unsettling smile.
“Not even I know the answer to your query.”
He continued, “I will be told when your appointment has come.”
“Until then, I remain with you, taking each step, mindful of my task.”
I suddenly realized how many decades he had been with me.
He had witnessed so many of the events of my life, good and bad.
And though it would be perverse to call him a friend, he is my companion.
Knowing he is there and acknowledging his presence is empowering.
What can I accomplish before his sickle is wielded against me?
What words must be expressed while I still have life in my bones?
Look closely, my friend, a dark figure now stands near you too.
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Hi, my name is Brent. Christian. 親日. ENFP. Music lover. I've channeled my ADHD into becoming a generalist. I enjoy writing and illustrating.