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
Emerging From The Dark Night 
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 …..
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
Oh dear, that is truly awful, I hope you’re feeling ok
Im better after my years of therapy Ivor its taken a lot if work but I believe im in a better place now. 🤗
That is wonderful to hear xx
Thanks so much for your empathy ☺
I will be interested to read your poem.
I’ve nearly finished, but I’m tiring badly, so I’ll type it up later on 😊😉
Good you really need your rest to recover. Go gently.
Yes, I know I’ve got to look after myself, gently Bentley I go 😉
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