A poem on Death

Death                                                                                 A poem by Aranka Geerdes

Death never stops to rest
It doesn’t need to feed
But still it hungers
It reflects only in nightmares
For not all shadows are cast by light
Some are cast by darkness
Which hide in dreams and whispers and faraway thoughts
We exalt him in life
In death, and in between
In it’s world of complete darkness
Only he has no shadows to fear
Seeking the warmth of the living
Using tools such as misery,filth, and disease
All things that bring suffering to the world
Hope of deliverance is scorched
By the fire of futility
The spread of it’s hood eclipses all hope
He can drown you in his eyes
Touching you with his touch
Not comforting but of death

Now I cannot deny
One day he will come to claim me
Speaking his dreaded sentence
Chilling the air around me
Not through wind
But trough the breath of death
“ I am the banisher
The ill will that snuffs the final candle,
An end to reason
An end to order
Forget all that has been”
Knowing I spoke in vain:
“ Death is not a debt
I am yet willing to pay
Because I am incapable of tears
Does not mean I have no need to shed them
I am condemned without end
Return from whence you came”

Pleading as I did……
I might as well have tried to catch water with a net
Unmoved and without mercy
My life was taken
He stole everything there was of me
So grieve for the soul
In death dishonoured
They shall drink sorrow’s dredge
Hurting those, whom once they loved

The dead sing their own lullabies
Life has always been a dance
It is only fitting
That death sings the tune