Phil Roberts


I am 64 and loves cats, rock music, and horror fiction and poetry

There is a time to live
And there's a time to die,
But which is it now?

Fearing the worst
You lock yourself inside,
Refusing to go outside.

But what if death comes
From without your own home,
For reasons unexpected?

There is a time to panic
And a time to know fear,
For you, that is now!

There is a time to live
But you are too afraid,
So you let life slip by.

There's a time to die
You see death everywhere,
Waiting to claim you.

You sense the reaper lurking
In every shadow,
Outside and in.

Is death calling
Or is it imagination?
There's a time to live!

© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia