A Poem about Death and Dying
Death, lift your hand to mine.
Brush the shadows from my path.
Guide me from this place.
Stay beside me
as I leave my breath behind.
Lift me up
so that I may stand beside you.
Clear the darkness from my eyes
so that I can see.
You've been with me for so long;
I've wondered how you are.
Find the others
that I've long missed.
Show me where they are.
Stay beside me when we meet.
Pick me up should I fall.
Let me rest against you,
for I cannot see after all.
The darkness has returned.
Death, take my hand.