Life Beneath The Words At Play

Death walks straigh ahead

I walk around with my scythe strapped behind my back.

Whenever I see a clock ticking counting down to the second, I arrive and tell them they've expired.

When I come around them young, I hide it beneath the black cloak I wear. They reach out a hand, and we walk back as if they've been there before.

When I find them older ones, they're already gone. They don't need me to lead their way when they've asked to go, but some need directions, so I show them the field of flowers. They look at me, questioning where that could be. I tell them to close their eyes and smell. Their soul lifts up, and just like that, they find it themselves.

Some are hesitant and are afraid of the decay. They don't know that there's no time where they'll end up. There's no need to hesitate. I'll guide your way.

Some come too early, but they can't get back the other way. I let them linger a bit longer as to let them get to adjust to the light that they are meant to follow.

Sometimes, they succumb to the hands of the living and not death. That's when I pull the cloak over them and let them heal.

The rare times that occur that I pick up the ones who don't see the light, I pick up my scythe and slice through the wicked sin of perished souls. They usually evaporate before I get to them. They know what they've done.

The ones that see the light too early when their still alive and depart to it quicker than they were meant to go, I weave my cloak and protect them from the things that were never meant to be as they take their first step to the afterlife.

No matter the creature, it's always going to be following the same mortality. They don't understand that I'm the guide to help them find the way they need to go. There is no fright when I got you tucked right beneath my cloak.

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I have rewritten this poem now, and it will be posted on another poetry book called Symbolic Suffering that I am making. This is the weaker version I feel like of the two poems. The other poem is called The guide of the after life if you'd like to read that version instead :)