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Death Poetry: The Stalker

Updated on June 16, 2013


I feel your breath upon my neck,

I know you are there

Standing right behind me


I don’t turn around

Because I know when I do

You won’t be there


You seem perfectly content

To follow me

Reminding me occasionally you are.


I’m sick of thinking about it

I’ll just ignore you

And go on about my way


I’m not ready for the end

But I won’t be some scared little child

Trembling in fear


If you decide it’s my time

Just tap me on the shoulder

And I won’t even put up a fight


We’ll walk hand in hand

To whatever fate

Destiny has in store.


Till then

I’ll kiss my loved ones

As much as I can


I’ll live this futile life

In the hope that time spent here

Will have some bearing afterwards


And I’ll live my life in peace

Knowing that I did all I could

Even if in the end

None of it mattered.



My Image of Death

For me, Death is a stalker waiting for the perfect moment to take me away. Death is that nagging thought in my head that reminds me I need to live each day with no regrets, because I would hate to find out in the end I left someone I loved in pain. I tell all my loved ones not to cry for me when my time comes, because the hardships of life have weighed heavily on me, and I welcome the peace Death will bring, but as brave as this sounds, I am scared that I live each day in a pointless life that won't matter.



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      CBM1987 4 years ago

      Death,

      For me used to be something that really ate at my core. I was only 8 when it first occurred to me...

      Frustrated, terrified, pissed off that I was only born in this world to die.

      The fear itself has left me, but i'm unsure just what has taken its place.

      Good poem I liked the imagery

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      .. thanks for the challenge ... I love your poem... I agree with CBM great imagery..

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      Jennifer Stone 4 years ago from the Riverbank, England

      PHILLYDREAMER, I feel your fear in the poem, and from your words spoken with clarity at the end, I see you need to realise that you have an effect on everyone you touch. Through your poems, teaching, and challenges you have helped me to have the confidence to express myself in poetry, something I would have scoffed at a year, hell even a couple of months ago!

      It may not feel like much of an achievement, but it has made a huge difference to my life, and to my self confidence.

      A meaningful life doesn't have to be saving the world... just having the confidence in your own good qualities that can make a difference to others!

      A very heartfelt poem, expressing what many people feel. Fearing death is fearing life, I say, give Death the respect he deserves, and as long as you are following your heart, there is nothing futile or pointless in living life!

      Thanks for sharing your words, Jen

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Death comes to all us eventually, there is no point fearing it or stressing about it just live the best life you can. We never know when our time will come.

      Loosing someone close unexpectedly, always some how manages to put things into prospective, it reminds us to live every minute to the full.

      Loved the poem.

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      Shining Irish Eyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

      Wow - Amazing contribution and I commend you for not letting its nagging control you. Words to live by - kiss and tell all you love them.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Thank you everyone for understanding my thoughts. I always feel like I'm being too negative and it makes me feel guilty for thinking like this, but as much as I would like not to, I just can't shake it off.

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      Ryem 4 years ago from Maryland

      This poem is great. I don't think you're being negative at all. You're totally realistic. I have this thing in my head that tells me I'm invincible and that nothing can ever happen to me, but like you said death eventually reaches us all. Your philosphy towards it is amazing. We really do have to own every moment and live every day like it's the last.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      No one wants to die

      Not even that unique someone

      You were long ago

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      Marcela Arnaut 4 years ago

      I really enjoyed this one, PHILLYDREAMER. I loved the haunting imagery.

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      i love the 'tude in this poem, Philly! I always tried to teach my kids that 'fear limits life'! Live on, my friend - your stalker cannot keep up!

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      It's something I think we all learn after a while. You just get tired of worrying about the inevitable and you focus on the things that matter in the now.

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      Anything bad in life is not death but fear of death.

      Philly, I loved your poem.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Thanks Vinaya.

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      kjforce 4 years ago from Florida

      PHILLYDREAMER....WOW..that's alot to absorb and digest at this time..awesome write...I'm still comtemplating.....

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      myownlife 4 years ago from london

      Awesome poem, It is true that the death is with everyone so it can be ended at any time. life is high risk than anything in the world.

      True poem.

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      IAmForbidden 4 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

      your "image of death" is perfectly penned. the poem is very awesome with strong deep words.

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