Our Lonely Death
By George Nolta, Air Force
Writing Type: Poem
By George Ansel Nolta
Death stalks me like a sadistic cat prowling the night.
The timing is his and the suspense is mine.
I search through the days, trying to find a method to cope.
Solutions elude me.
I perceive the loneliness of the solitary passage.
No comfort comes from friendly companions.
A sole performance is required, no training in sight.
We live in a busy crowd, but we exit like a lonely prisoner.
I take this journey alone--totally unprepared.