Time to go

[bbnt]

The sounds of death are often near
I feel they follow me everyday
Wherever I go wherever I sleep
The screams of dying can make me weep

If I close my eyes the louder they get
If I close my ears I feel them near
If I fall asleep they're in my dreams
Sometimes when I wake it's from my own screams

They call to me saying it's almost time
I explain to them I'm not ready to go
I tell them again there's still much to do
They reply to me, “that just isn't true”

Death tells me I've lived enough for now
And says my body is of no more use
I've lived this life serving others in need
Death tells me now my soul shall be freed



David

 

[CatoCooper13]

Wow, nice poignant poem. I think of death a lot, too...and it's not pleasant having those kinds of thoughts, but it's some kind of umm...a coping tool for us to come to terms with death somehow.

 

[LinuxGold]

Very good poem! I can understand it perfectly when we had stillborn daughter last year March. It was utterly devasting to our hearts, our dreams destroyed. Death has taken our dreams away.