This is a letter I wrote to Death. I invite anyone who would like to add to this, or write one of their own on this topic.
Dear Death
You came into my life with no invitation.
No amount of locked doors was going to stop you.
Often I prayed to keep you away, as I knew you approaching.
There was no pleading with you, and you were not interested in making any bargains.
You are no respecter of persons; you take the young just as easily as the aged.
Your ways can be brutal, and despicable, taking human dignity with you.
You came in a brief moment, then you left me with a lifetime of heartache.
Your calling card is loneliness. The constant and abundance of loneliness.
Do you ever look back to see my tears or how difficult life has become now for me?
When you stop a heart, don’t you understand that it beat with another?
Am I now supposed to find contentment with a photo and memories of my lost one?
Don’t you dare ask me to do that which is impossible, to accept this!
Tears are the only words my heart can speak, and it seems those conversations are plentiful.
The pain pierces my soul.
I use to fear you.
Not any more.
I despise you.
You have changed me, lets just say, you have broken me.
I know no one gets a pardon from death but I just wish you didn’t come so soon…or at all.
Since your arrival nights are difficult to be alone with one’s thoughts.
Then the days it feels as if I am living in a different dimension than everyone else.
Death, you left me full of regrets of what I could of done, or should of done.
I am so keenly aware of you now, seems I feel like you are going to strike again.
I am anxious when another loved one takes a trip, I say to myself “will they be taken too”?
Your cloak of darkness is so heavy and tiresome to wear.
You make me question my God, and for that I hate you.
I hate you. I hate you.