Many busied minutes have been spent upon my brow.... <br />As formed of sweat that be hanging on down as if not enow. <br />A toilment of movement has haunted my graying cloud about my head... <br />Following oh following b'neath my dread. <br />Will'st this dread bring about my unlying day reckoning of being dead? ... <br />Watching and waiting the spread of dread, whilst it does do change <br />into it's renewed spreading dread. <br />That clock on yonder wall does well haunt me... <br />Ticking it's unconcessive sound well ached to ear. <br />How will i manage to unbitter this sounding well resounding attacked <br />to my one good ear? ... <br />Haste to thee these all wasted many year. <br />Alas i must bid not one good fare thee well as not... <br />Hence my choice to die and proceed straight into that dismal hell. <br />Death still mocks me as i sit and dwell... <br />I shan't ever feel safe as well. <br />Death promises to me a long yearning respite... <br />This in the end to me will finally delight.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-s-beckoned-door-well-welcomed/
