Kissed By Death Poem by April Swanson

Sometimes I am in my own world,
Bleak, Isolated from others.
Most the time I can’t understand diseases,
Why they take away our sisters and brothers.

They seize what little grasp of life I’ve just begun.
A dent in my armor,
My shield is being slung.

Doors are closing,
Like wind blowing them as we speak.
My body is shutting down,
It is becoming too weak.

Your hand is slipping from my grasp,
Too far away to grab.
The protection I once felt inside,
Is slipping without my command.

I laugh in the face of evil,
O, the many things I’ve had to face.
The pains, the laughs, the cries,
Well all that now will be washed away.

I want to know that I have been to the extreme,
That I have searched every corner,
Every little nook and cranny.

That I did not go without a fight,
That my choice was not death,
but of life.


I will rise as I try to fight the tides,
Which are beginning to drag me in,
I’m drowning here,
But the battle will soon happen again.

To others out in the world,
As unlucky as I,
To be stuck with this melancholy,
This fight between it and thy.

Tomorrow will come
it may be my last,
Please make the most of today
Life overtakes lives too fast.