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Dear Death,

An open-ended conversation with the One, who is always there.

By Salomé SaffiriPublished about a year ago 1 min read

Dear Death,

I.. never thought

you'd find me..

I never hid,

but goodness, was I living!?

From day-to-day,

from grind to yet another-

I thought

I'd live forever

in your blindness.

Dear Death,


when I was a child

how close you prowled,

like wolves on winter's night.

Your ears perked up

when youth was teasing

with endlessness of life!

Youth gave me weapons:

sex, alcohol, adventures!

And life itself to ward you off:

You watched me -

calm, quiet, bidding.


When rope beneath my feet

was tight and quivered, in

midday of my life

You maw unhinged.

You froze in expectation...

Dear Death,

you've always been there.

Unlike the life!

that scurried, fleeted

somewhere, to someone else

Who's younger, stronger, faster-

away from me...

But YOU accept me?

The way I was. And Am. And Will be?

You are the only thing

that's truly mine..

Then take me!


Yours forever.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Salomé Saffiri

Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.

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Comments (1)

  • Anna 5 months ago

    Such a powerful poem! Well done!

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