Mystification.

Death, what are you? Reveal your true self!
Do you lurk in these veins? Your fog crept over
the post office apartment until a gun shot disturbed
the silence. You were warned. Police and a SWAT team
cornered you, offering you reprieve, but you feasted
on a troubled soul that I wish I could have known.
Just days ago, you visited the bathroom of a mother -
a heart attack no angel could have predicted, only
you.

What do you mean to me? Why are you here? Who
will you kiss next? Please, let it not be the ones I love.
Please, give us time and answers as to why and where.

Where are you taking them, Death?

Isn't every soul fundamentally good?

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This was in reference to something that I can't get out of my mind, lately. Last year a man, my age, committed suicide in our small town. Reports were made about him being a potential suspect to a robbery of a liquor store miles away. Then, a few days ago, a mother had a heart attack and passed away in her bathroom when the ambulance got to her home, just down the road. I never knew these two people, but it just made me sad for those who I didn't know, happening in this town I call home. I don't know why it makes me feel so ominous. Also, more sirens have been going off in our town and make me nervous because I don't know who called or who's in trouble, and I worry about people I know on the volunteer fire department who respond to the calls.