I Am Not a Brave Man

Death stood on the staircase
With arms crossed
Daring me to pass.

I am not a brave man.
I felt the chill settle in my spine.
I am not a brave man.

I took a step toward him.
His frame tensed
Ready for me.

I am not a brave man.

I mulled the consequences
And took a second step.

I am not a brave man.

Death leaned in
Towering over me
At the top of the staircase.

I am not a brave man.

But he is a tenant in this building
Not the owner.
So I passed him by.

I am not a brave man.

But I am the son of the Owner.