The Darkest Kindness
A slightly morbid poem about falling in love with the kindness death has to offer.
He offers me a warm embrace on a chilling, grueling night
He comforts me with dreadful thoughts, leading me safely away from the light
Despite what I was taught, I give my trust to him fully
Cracking a smile as he pulls me closer, my soul willfully becoming sully
His chaos is the only thing that brings my peace, if only for a moment
His scowl feels like a carful caress, an island in a sea of torment
Where he goes, I undoubtedly follow
When I look at him, his eyes are gracefully hollow
If there is anything I had ever learned, it is that he is fair
He will take you if you’re evil or kind, if you have tawney skin or golden hair
Death is a kindness equally offered, to the rich and to the poor
I have fallen in love with death, now I sit and wait for him to appear once more
About the Creator
J.C. Nolan
Hello! My name is Jackie Nolan and I write poetry and fiction. Most of my work is a bit dark, however I will try to add the occasional feel-good poem.
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