Death Called On Me Today
**TRIGGER WARNING-THIS POEM IS ABOUT DEPRESSION AND MAY BE TOO UPSETTING FOR SOME READERS**
Death called on me today.
But it was not my time to go.
He appeared as rushing water
drowned the screeching of my tears.
The release of stitched up screams,
escape of vacant cries.
He watched the levee break as
deafened bellows flooded by.
Death called on me today.
But would not take me down below.
Instead, he smiled at me, hood cocked to the side,
I think I saw a shimmer in an eye of murky light.
His wicked scythe forsaken,
laying on the clean, tiled floor,
stark coal and silver gleaming
in the wastes of things before.
Death called on me today.
But he has never been my foe.
Cloaked feet sunk into water,
Draped arms reached towards my own.
Fate pulled me from the depths
and cradled me against his bones.
Death called on me today.
But would not leave me in my woe.
He gifted me with respite,
that empty, sacred bliss.
He pressed my head into the shelter
of his sweetened deep abyss.
Death called on me today.
All too soon he had to go.
He set my body down,
held my hand and kissed my cheek.
Then waited til a puddle
of yesterday’s regrets pooled at my feet.
Death called on me today.
Tomorrow, he may come again.
When will my sickened soul cry out
for her dark, eternal friend?
