That is what death told me

A poem I wrote.

Death came to me alone,
cold but personified in a most particular and irrepresentable way,
A figure that was hazy and hard for me to make out but one that could not be missed
No fear just me and death as it stood there.

A blue tower stood in the background out of fear I asked why had it come to me?
no rebuttal was given its form alone and  there,
I was not afraid and no sense was made.