Death Close At Hand Poem by Emm G...

I should have died that day.
One person kept that from happening.
Her name is Love and Compassion.
I hate her.

She is not always there for me.
She turns her back when I need her.
Only when I don't want her,
She reigns over me.

No one is there for me,
But two who I depend on.
They answer me.
They wait for me.

One I call a friend.
This one I can talk to.
She gives me life,
But she will abandon me.

The other I call an ally.
He is always on my side.
He is weak,
But he will win in the end.

I trust my friend.
She fights my ally.
My friend keeps me from harm,
But soon enough...

My ally is death.
He is always waiting.
His silver warmth not yet wraps around me,
But soon enough...