DEATH
It was a day like any another day. I woke up to the pain so sharp it felt like someone or something was reaping away my insides and feasting on them right inside of me. It was another day I prayed for Death come to me. But Death would not come. I be live in God and I even think God has a sick and twist sine of humor sometimes. Don’t get me wrong I don’t think God enjoyed seeing me in pain he was just trying to keep me strong for the thing that were to com ahead. But I stilled prayed for Death every time the pain gets too bad. For to me Death waits with a smile and arms wide open to welcome me home. Death knows my name by heart and Death take a little pleasure every time I’m in pain and God weeps for me every time I’m in pain. But I know and so dose Death that he has had me since birth.
Brandy L.
