A thin man watches me
From across the room
Arms folded across his chest,
His gray suit hanging too big
For the man he has become.
~
One day the suit fit closely
Over muscled arms and broad shoulders.
Time has worn him away,
Waiting.
~
In my sleep, I forget him.
Chase through meadows amid spring flowers
Wrestle with the fullness of flesh
Savor the taste of beef on my tongue.
~
He’s there in dawn shadows,
His arms crossed, bunching the fabric of his suit.
Eyes narrowed as if at any moment I might
Spring free from his gaze, escape into woodland
Where so many shadows and meadows await
That he might never find me.
~
At first light, he fills me with dread,
Banishes my dreams,
Reminds me.
There is no escape.
denelecampbell 
As Richard Pryor said after his free-base incident-‘You be seein many things when DEATH be walkin around yo bed!