Poetry Absurdity: Death is a Contract


Here is your contract.

Sign the dotted line.

You don’t need any ink.

Sign your name with fear.

Go on.

You’ll get to live!

Not without me on your mind.

Hand me your contract.

Your name is on it.

You’ll always hold back.

But you’re alive.

One day, I will come.

Remember? You have a debt to pay.

Everyone pays the price.

You won’t know what hit you.

You’ll never see me coming.

It could be today.

It could be tomorrow.

How about next year?

I take my time.

I’m impatient.

Age never matters.

Young or old.

Healthy or sick.

I’ll come for you.

I’m gonna take you.

There’s nothing you can do about it.

The contract says so.

I’m going to come and collect.

The debt will be paid.

With your life.

It’s mine for the taking.

Not yet.

You have me on your mind.

You may as well be dead.

Published by FlyTrapMan

I have no idea what I'm doing.

5 thoughts on “Poetry Absurdity: Death is a Contract

    1. Absolutely! To love is to die (great Metallica song).

      The contract represents the fear of death, which stifles one’s life, and steals any potential enjoyment.

      Death may come for us all, but not everyone is afraid.

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