Death Poem by Janis Land Raymer

Death-O Friend
Where do you abide?
In the darkness,
In the shadows-
Or in the air, do you glide?
Does your sallow voice
echo-in the canyons of the soul-
Your pale, waxen face
Remind men of terrors once known
Your cold, cold grasp upon the heart
can make grown men cry.
You come so swiftly and your wake-
Leave mourners asking why.
Death, so many see you as evil and sinister-
Only I, dear friend, know your role is actually one of minister.
To comfort the suffering and end their pain
That's your God-given right.
To take them to the shores of wellness again-
To cease this endless night.
For, Death, you and I know that this is a beginning
Not and end-
Once we leave our exile land of darkness, fear, and woe
Forever, Death in the Sonlight, pain no longer to know.


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Janis Land-Raymer