It Is Here

When it calls you cannot run
There is nowhere you can hide
It will be all that you can see
Except perhaps your memory
Which it is taking

When it calls you cannot hide
There is no way to plead with it
It will be all that you can say
Or hear or feel as you lay
And know it's killing

When it calls you cannot go
There is nothing left for you
But to descend your final stair
Maybe to say your final prayer
There is no stopping

When it calls you cannot run
You cannot stay you cannot go
You cannot hide you cannot plead
And as it calls you cannot but fear
For it is death, and it is here!

Written as part of my English anthology.
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