Dear Death and All His Friends

Dear Death and All His Friends

A Poem by Chloe
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I used the new Coldplay album as inspiration. These feelings are all mine though.

"

Dear Death,

please be patient

I have only turned

of sixteen years

a week ago

 

Dear Death,

you and your friends

have caused such trouble

I have with distain

been sickened of your routine

 

You chase me while I

run, run, sprint

and when I stop to catch my breath

you and your friends round on me

 

Blocking my path away

you laugh, smile, yell

you tell me that you would

treat me better than them

 

When I look away from you and your friends

you slap my face

the beads of sweat

on your angry palms

they seap into my skin

 

Sweat salted my tounge

and my mouth spat

bitter words

and my brain ached

with added chemicals

and it longed to eat a bullet

 

Dear Death,

that is not the worst yet

of what you do

you tell your friends to

trap me from all directions

 

Pain,

he was the one that

picked up that razor,

put it in my hand,

and whispered in my ear

he wanted to be bigger

 

Tragedy,

he found a kink in Amanda's young heart

he dug a hole and squirmed inside

he was so big, so tired from all of his work

so he stretched his arms to sleep

and her heart burst

with a burst that she had never had

not a burst of love,

but the burst that killed her

 

Betrayal,

he brainwashed my friends

he built her a new brain

and stole her heart

she told all of my secrets

and stabbed me where I

was not numb

 

Confusion,

when I had gotten close to love

he picked me up and spun me round

until I was dizzy

and I saw double

I walked towards the wrong person

and they stole the love that it took so long

for the right person to create

 

Lies,

he was so small at first

he snuck in through my ear

and sat on my brain

after my tounge shaped what he first had

he grew and grew and grew

with the more of him that I told

 

Depression,

depression was the first to come

and still has not left

no one has sent him away

not even the pills

he still grips my heart

he has been there so long

that I had thought that he was a muscle in me

is he my friend?

 

Suicide,

he is your best friend

once he arrives,

he tells you

he never leaves!

stop hiding in me!

come out!

come out!

wherever the hell it is you are!

he took Alex!

YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME!!!

 

Dear Death,

please let me be

for another sixteen years at least

I am so young

I am so tired

you have haunted me from the very start

may I ask why?

 

Let me be, Death!

you and all of your friends

will leave me

till it is certain

that it is my time!

 

Dear Death,

you have lied!

lied! lied! lied!

you were so tired

you released your grip on me

only for a split second

and I saw the truth

 

Dear Death,

it was not everyone else's fault

it was your's!

 

© 2008 Chloe


Author's Note

Chloe
I mention some people in here that might confuse you because you do not know me personally. So just try to play along.

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An interesting perspective. Love the personification you have given to each of these aspects. Some day, when you are a bit older and a more experienced writer, you should look back at this and rewrite it with the strength of knowledge behind your writing. I bet it would be something even more fabulous to behold. Great work though.

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Lovely. Very interesting in the best way possible. Not at all cookie-cutter like some other writes. I'd really like to read more.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An interesting perspective. Love the personification you have given to each of these aspects. Some day, when you are a bit older and a more experienced writer, you should look back at this and rewrite it with the strength of knowledge behind your writing. I bet it would be something even more fabulous to behold. Great work though.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chloe
Chloe

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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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