THE INEVITABLE END

I once met death, 

On the heap of sands of grandfather's grave he stood. 

A smile crept into his mood, 

for he had buried the old man deep in the earth. 

I tried to hold him, to unmask him, 

a strong courage I had summoned, 

but alas! He was gone, 

Gone! Nowhere to be found, 

leaving me silently profound. 

He was gone alas in a trice, 

taking along grandfather's mild life. 

Disappointedly, i withheld 

 my grasp, 

and ran hastily into my father's arm. 

He would protect me from the beastly devil I thought, 

with him, by death, I'll never be caught. 

But i looked into father's weakening eyes, 

and I saw death lurking in his lashes, 

I saw his print clearly in father's grey hair, 

and I realized one day, I'll be next. 

That discovery downed me, I was scared, 

it sank me, an inevitable end, 

should father be crowned this compulsory title, 

I shall be next, preparing for the lost battle. 

My eyes roamed, seeking comfort, 

in my father's eyes, which were sore. 

Perhaps father knew what I knew. And bitterly, 

he appeals for that day, internally. 

© Aj Maverick