A Conversation with Death
A plea for help that was heard and answered in the best way for me

I pleaded and begged
As I offered my hand
For you to please take me
To that comforting land
You refused and denied
You said I'm not ready
There was work to do here
Some of it heavy
Some people need guidance
Some, an ear to listen
It wouldn't behoove me
To seek this faraway mission
As the greatest of life
Was in store still for me
And it would be best
To not answer my plea
No matter my desire
Regardless my pain
You wanted my death
To not be in vain
So you spoke to your cohorts
Karma, Life, Love and Chaos
You said you didn’t like
How I always seemed off
So you showed them my pain
And you told them my story
You spoke of my desire
To seek "Heaven's" Glory
You said I would accept
"Hell's" damning fare
That I thought it wasn’t worse
Than what I've endured here
They began to understand
And then sympathize
For they'd heard all the rumors
And suspected the lies
They decided to help you
Help me understand
“Hell’s” Souls never have peace
With despair close at hand
The suffering is endless
On that I could bet
And "Hell" isn't a choice
A Soul doesn't regret
My heart started to thaw
When I wished it to freeze
Not knowing this pain
Would slowly take ease
And now you've become
My best Homie, Death
I look forward to our walk
When I take my last breath
Though I'm no longer eager
For this to take place
I've decided you're right
I’ll let you set the pace.
About the Creator
S. D. Clyde
Learning to Live Again

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