These Thoughts Frighten Me

Some mornings death

Knocks upon the door of my mind

As if I were behind on my rent

Wanting, demanding to be let in;

Sometimes he perches itself

On a scraggly stone

On a gloomy morn

In the distance of a sunny promise broken.

These thoughts of death, 

They frighten me

For their persistence

I long for happier morns gone by

Focus on a future that I want

But these are not put off by

My managing mind they

Sit still and wait...smiling slyly

Or flutter their ugliness about

Like sunflowers in the wind

Oh for the sight of a beautiful sun soaked sunflower!

I can't focus on the tasks to hand

They piling up and shouting

I wish I could play in a band

These thoughts make a cacophony in my mind

I need some quiet, some soft green quiet

But even there

The ugly thoughts of death invade 

Stealthily like an IDF missile.

These thoughts frighten me.

Even me.