Death-
A ferocious thing you once seemed to be
With your scythe near at hand
Looming there-
Threatening me-
Without nary thought nor care
But now- what thoughts of sweet release
Does seem to plague me in my dreams
Drowning swift in misery or-
Diving deep into despair
Search me out, Dear Friend of mine-
Come to me, I dare
Take me under, hold me there
Let's see how long I can bear
Ol' happy day! To see thy face
And run to you with open arms
Embrace it-
Chase it-
No longer Death shall you be
But Life!-
Life...Oh sweet Life hear me now
Hear my silent plea
Shroud me in the damning cloak
And let me have a swift release
Hide me away-
Lock me up-
Be sure to throw away the key
I choose this place to be my prison
For all eternity- until I receive
Upon chaste lips the Moon's icy kiss
Then Death, no Life, may hold me
And I will simply be-
Just another
Lost
Memory
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this was a good read. i felt that in this poem death was like salvation. and to so many people thats what it is. i myself find death to possibly be a sort of salvation.
it was a good read and i think its original.
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There is sadness in this write, yet a glimmer of hope in the embracing of death. Then sadness again in the finality of a "Lost memory."
It's interesting how death can so affect the lives of the living. I prefer to consider it when it is upon me as a simple Parting of the Ways.
Your poem was very effective. Thank you for sharing. Pen on!
Kel
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I think the space you filled in with the archtype of death could have been better used. I was expecting to see mortal coil at any moment. To your credit I didn't. It's hard to say something new about death, but if you're going to express your feelings towards it, be as honest and original as possible.
We all want it sometimes if we ever dare delve too deeply below the surface. We always want it be friendly though. And rather sudden.
The dread of death hangs over all of our heads. Thank you for expressing how it effects you. I don't know why it's not discussed more openly more often. It should be like a n elementary subject. We treat it like a taboo though, so it's like sex.
"You'll figure it out when you're old enough!"
Say the fretting parents.
Much like sex.
Why don't they just tell us, You're going to die, but probably, before that, you'll get laid." -
Pretty ominous stuff - dark and sad. I'm certain I understand it but you've done well with the theme. Happy trails
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