Dear Death,
An open-ended conversation with the One, who is always there.
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,
remember,
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.
Waiting.
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!
Sincerely,
Yours forever.
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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Such a powerful poem! Well done!