Death Poetry: The Stalker

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.

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.