Death seductively invited me over the other day
I had no idea what to say
So I said I’m on my way
Death seemed pleased to hear that I could come
And when I got there he offered me a bottle of rum
I took a sip of the drink
And suddenly in my thoughts I began to sink
Then I looked at the bottle to see
What rum could this be
The bottle was labelled ‘Past’
And had intoxicated my thoughts fast
It drove my thoughts wild
Death had forgotten I was only a child
Death saw me in anguishing pain
And asked if I like the rain
Baffled by that question I replied saying yes
Then he responded by asking how I came to like this mess
I thought and thought but nothing came to mind
I actually didn’t know what made this pain and I bind
Death laughed and said I can tell you the reason why
It is because you yearn to die
You seek pain to feel alive
So you inflict pain upon yourself to survive
Death then put his hand on my shoulder and said
Those who seek death almost never end up dead
So you are messing up your life and making your destiny set
For the knife you might never get
I looked at death in his face
And said, ‘but you know I will never win this race’
Death laughed and said,’you think too much
Please stop thinking of such’
Then death had disappeared
And he left me to handle all that I feared.
I just loved your poem!
Thank you ♡
The biggest fear is not death but life, and it leaves us to life.
You have amazing skills with pen.. Keep it up! Keep Sharing more..
I love the narration of the conversation.
”Those who seek death almost never end up dead”….So nicely expressed.
Thank you for sharing.