Not to be seen as a reference to a person desiring death but as a reference to Grim Reaper |
Death A poem by Aranka Geerdes Death never stops to rest It doesn’t need to feed But still it hungers It reflects only in nightmares For not all shadows are cast by light Some are cast by darkness Which hide in dreams and whispers and faraway thoughts We exalt him in life In death, and in between In it’s world of complete darkness Only he has no shadows to fear Seeking the warmth of the living Using tools such as misery,filth, and disease All things that bring suffering to the world Hope of deliverance is scorched By the fire of futility The spread of it’s hood eclipses all hope He can drown you in his eyes Touching you with his touch Not comforting but of death Now I cannot deny One day he will come to claim me Speaking his dreaded sentence Chilling the air around me Not through wind But trough the breath of death “ I am the banisher The ill will that snuffs the final candle, An end to reason An end to order Forget all that has been” Knowing I spoke in vain: “ Death is not a debt I am yet willing to pay Because I am incapable of tears Does not mean I have no need to shed them I am condemned without end Return from whence you came” Pleading as I did…… I might as well have tried to catch water with a net Unmoved and without mercy My life was taken He stole everything there was of me So grieve for the soul In death dishonoured They shall drink sorrow’s dredge Hurting those, whom once they loved The dead sing their own lullabies Life has always been a dance It is only fitting That death sings the tune |