Not Meant To Be A Death Dealer. Poem by Sandra jacks

I was Not meant to be,
A
d
e
a
t
h
dealer,
never meant to
s
e
e
the dead,
shade my eyes of all demise,
and ignore the truths,
of the deep shade; RED,
unable to comprehend,
this up and coming trend,
when silence is all that i
s
e
e
k,
i long for something deep beneath,
physical barrier,
please leave me be,
i can no longer withstand,
to withstand thee,

beautiful starry night,
if you do care for me so,
hide death from MY sight,
forever in debt of my love.