The Call of Death
by Coleen Gleenon

There’s been a few times throughout my life
Where I felt I couldn’t go on.
The trauma I’d buried deep down in the
Shadows had become dark and overgrown.

The thorns grew larger as they fed on the anger
That strangled any glimmer of hope.
A wave of grief washed over my senses
As I realised I just couldn’t cope.

‘There will be better days’ my loved one says,
As he tries to help me feel better.
I cry an ocean, he doesn’t understand,
I need ALL days to stop… Forever!

‘Come with me’ said Death, ‘I’ll make it stop,
There’s peace beyond this place.’
His voice was tempting, like a welcome friend,
No expression upon his face.

I took his hand, cold to touch,
And followed him towards the door.
This is it, I thought, I’ll be free at last,
Paralysed by pain no more.

But death it takes much more than pain,
It takes body, soul and mind.
Stealing a piece of every loved one
That you leave behind.

I let go of Death’s hand, ‘not this time’, I said,
I’ll keep fighting to make it better.
Pain is but a temporary emotion but death…
It lasts forever.