Death's door by Grant Harbison

It’s not like I wished for it to end

I’d just grown weary of having to pretend

The strain was beginning to show

Spirit diminished to an all time low

Not a matter of choice

Coerced to relinquish to that inner voice

My problems were just getting bigger

I contemplated that with my finger on the trigger

It was then that I was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door

It caused me to sigh but I opted to ignore

Relentless banging followed making an awful din

Whoever it was knew I was in

It seemed to me that the intrusion was deliberate

Damn irritating and totally inconsiderate

Finally I hadn't been able to take anymore

So I went to see who was rapping on my door

Who was postponing my last worldly breath?

I opened the door and there stood Death