Death the silent visitor

Death the silent visitor

Haunts your waking moments

When panic swirl takes you down

To the bleak and barren place

Where you were trapped

Fighting for air

How much of your life energy

It stole away

That fateful day

When death met you on the road

A twenty foot pole

You wrapped your car around

So that now

When there is no sound

Body memoires haunt you

Capturing your soul

As they reach inside you

With long fingers that wrap themselves

Like tendrils around your heart

(You are no longer of this world

But set so very far apart)

And no one sees this silent agony that you endure

Never knows how close you are some days

To giving it all away

As death smiles at you

Making a devil’s promise of freedom from the pain

But what will you gain

By losing your life to death

So today when death reaches out a hand

You will again

Somehow find the strength

To turn away

Looking for chink of sunlight

No matter how narrow

Searching for ways to

Let go of past pain

Death freeze

And this deep dark well of sorrow

That seems to ransom

All of your todays and tomorrows

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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12 thoughts on “Death the silent visitor”

  1. Yes dear, they are all real feelings and fears. Ironically I’m writing a poem called “A Silent Visitor” , but I’ve called death a friend … I’ll post tomorrow,…. you might understand the meaning of it all …..

    1. Ive come close to death twice Ivor..and seen two siblings attempt to end their lives..and what im touching on here is how suicidal depression can feel and how past dearh trauma never fully leaves you. It can open a Shamanic awakening

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