Dear Death,
If you ever find me,
please find me asleep.
Cradle me,
caress me,
then hold my hand.
Tell me —
you’re proud of me.
That I was always enough.
Always.
And then don’t just leave my hand…
Hold it.
Hold it longer than
anyone ever did.
But don’t wake me —
for I will,
push you away too.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments6
Love the prospective
thank you so much!!!
This is a fave for I feel death to be a friend, kind, and yet unyielding. One that takes away the pain of life. The last lines are what get the fave. In these is what many that hang onto life and even the illusion of it in a hoped for afterlife, there are those that only wish to sleep and never awaken. A lovely write
And that's the worst state...
Thank you for reading and commenting
You are most welcome it was a pleasure
Death can get close to you, even hold you, but just not wake you out of your slumber.
I like the last words, telling.
I guess that's the best part, isn't it?
Love the perspective. A fave!
The final carsing hand that one longed for ,
It doesn't go away
It yearns to sway
But alas o human
You never learnt to face
Ah what a nice write a job well done
Thank you!!
death, when it comes, is something that is inevitable, and we try to push it away as long as we can, when possible, -
if we have lived our life fully and well, we welcome its caress, and do not want it to be lingering...this is my take of your sad poem
Well the poem doesn't refer to fear of death, it represents someone who is scared of kindness and believes they don't deserve empathy so every time it arrives they push it away. So they yearn it all from death because then they would be asleep, they wouldn't be able to push it away....
oops..sorry got it all wrong, but that was how i interpreted it - thanks for the info
and yes - i do agree with your interpretation completely..thanks for clarifying
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