Her Call

In the deep unconsciousness,

of swirling images

and confused feelings,

things like sunsets or the apocalypse.

The deep slumber

in which we fall

when Death

has sounded her call.

The eternal sleep

in which we no longer keep

our souls

which reaped

the benefits of living.

And we

regard Death

as a black sheep.

She is shunned,

not allowed to see the day,

so as consolation,

she takes the living for prey.

Life tries to give us

the best she can,

but when you compete with Death

she always wins.

The sleeping,

the blackness,

the endless night,

unsure of whether you're happy

or not, death is just

another stage of life.

Does she deserve

this punishment?

What has she done?

Why does she

continue to serve?

Wouldn't it be easier to call it off?

Wouldn't it be easier

if she called the shots?

Why doesn't she stop?

And let Life go on?

Author's Note

I like this one! Reviews please!!!!

Reviews

[Forevermore]

the more i got into it, the more i was interested, damn, i loved it

[Hidden Happiness]

i never thought of death...i actually gained sympathay towards death :-)really beautiful and an amazing piece if writing
n thanks for correcting me on my poem. it was supposed to be 'fears' and was a typing mistake so thanks a bunch...:-)

[M]

I like the subject of the poem and the personification of death. I'm wondering the usefulness of the stanza "Life tries to give us..." since it seems like it's outright stating what the rest of the poem talks about. Also, I'm kind of unsure what the message here is. It seems like the speaker is sympathetic towards death, which is a stage of life that we all despise. At the same time the ending seems to be championing life and reprimanding death.

[MandaBear]

Nice job and Keep writing! :D

[jennifer little]

wonderful poem great job keep up the good work thanks for the share

[Abbie]

Interesting poem Sophie. I like this one. Nice job and Keep writing! :D