Post-Mortem

Death is my best friend

He's promised me life

but no living.

He kills those around me.

Everything around me 

That I once knew

Has sifted through

The cracks

In the Sidewalks.

Death is my best friend

But he's left me to suffer

Alongside him,

Watching everything I once knew 

So well

Leave me.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I can't help but bring up my observation that this bargain was forced, as if death offered you an alternative to the path we're all destined to take . . . A path either more miserable, or content, depending on your general opinion of it. Well done.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

I am tempted to say something like, "Love it! Now you're seeing clearly. Everything you know and love is going to turn to sh*t and die." But I had another thought a while ago that this poem reminded me of... what if, just what if... the power of death is the illusion that it exists? If I were to believe this in any way, on any level then I might have "the faith that surpasses all understanding."

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