Death

A poem I wrote on a random Friday morning. Interestingly enough, later that same day I was hit by a car who had skipped a red light while I was on my bike. Luckly I was fine. Maybe a sign?

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I gazed upon infinity 

when I saw Death, 

She was holding my picture, 

it had written my name. 

In that moment I realized

that this was my only chance, 

to make a deal with Death,

to make a deal with life. 

She stared into my soul, 

with her deep cold eyes

and made me an offer

for us to discuss. 

When my time is up, 

She will treat me with care,

She will take me with love,

She will wait for my time. 

She will give me the chance 

to say loving goodbyes

to all those that I love, 

to those I leave behind.

But while my time is running, 

it is part of the pact, 

that I shall live and not hide, 

that I shall laugh and not cry. 

That I shall risk and not fear, 

that I shall love and not hate, 

that I shall dream and not shy, 

that I shall live and not hide. 

Shall I break this oath, 

and when my time comes, 

She won’t be gentle

these are her words. 

I shall be punished, torn,

with remorse, resentment, 

emptiness, naught.

The worst of them all. 

With made up memories,

of a better life, 

that could have been but never was, 

because I never took the chance. 

My eyes pierced her soul, 

like the bursting of a flame. 

I accepted Her offer, 

And I made a friend. 

Because what is joy without pain?

what is love without hate? 

what is triumph without fail?

And What is Life without Death?

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