The Waiting is the Hardest Part. by Ann Christine Tabaka

The cold white hand of Death

reached out and touched his black soul.

He had no place left to run to,

it had been following him too long.

The waiting is the hardest part.

He knew it was coming for him,

we all do, deny it as we will.

Death has his way in the end.

Although he courted Death

for far too many years.

The bottle and the needle

being his only friends.

Now he sits alone on a street corner,

cold and shivering.

He knows it is his time,

as he takes a deep breath of relief,

for the waiting is the hardest part.

Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are: Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.