HE by Saunved.

A poem about how death lurks around the corner and strikes when you least expect it to!

Hard, resolute,
with deep, blank eyes;
he looked at me.

A stern glance,
of hidden pity,
a grim smile, showing his teeth,
a hand calling me,
towards the endless eternity!

He let his coat slide,
by an inch or so,
and he showed me;
his hand...pale, white,
his palm though, was scarred...sooty,
his fingers...like slender sticks...

He walked a step forward,
yet he did not blink,
and his eyes froze-
in disbelief.

For I accepted him,
for I smiled,
for I welcomed him,
for I called to him!

In a flash he was gone,
beyond eye-sight,
for I searched him all around,
yet...none like him did I find!

He was an angel,
one who showed me life,
the one who told me how to live it,
how and what...where to find!

In that moment,
I lived a thousand lives alone,
for when he came to take me,
I was already no more.

Author's Note

I've called him (death) an angel because if there was no death, we would never have valued life. Another thing- the ending lines suggest that the narrator had died before death came to take him. It means - death back-stabbed him.
Thought: "Its when death stands at the front door that life searches for the backdoor!"

Reviews

[Emily B]

it is powerfully written

[saunved]

thank you!

[Dreaming lord]

i dint understand.. the ending.. in spite of your explaination... :).. but love the concept of calling death an angel.. yes he is.. no death.. then no life..

[saunved]

oh...thats ok...yeah..no death no life