Once, Death
was the only friend I had.
He sheltered me from
the storm that raged within,
and gave me a kind of
twisted hope.
I thought that
maybe I could follow him
into the dark
before I was left
in a light that would
only blind me.
He would linger
at the edges of my mind,
until I dared approach.
He'd then bow like
the gentleman
I would fantasize of
and offer a single dance.
Who was I, so young, to resist?
In words we'd twirl
and in ink he'd dip me,
a graceful kind of beast.
When all was done,
when words I needed to be
were written,
he'd stay and offer a drink.
Though I was warned
to never accept one from a stranger,
the poison was too tempting -
and it always tasted sweet.
He'd then beg me for a trip,
telling me stories of the stars.
I laughed and asked if he led
a lot of young women around space.
He admitted to enticing many -
but whispered promises
he claimed were only for me.
It was not until I finally found
my place that I came to see,
though he told the truth of luring,
he was a liar about where we'd be -
and told many
of journeys that would only
bring suffering.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
