To Walk With Death

All around me is an empty house;

nothing stirs, not even a mouse.

I search in the corners for my missing hope

because if I've lost it there's no way to cope.

Chaotic and manic, my heart beats fast still,

working up a sweat that drips onto the sill

as I look out the window at the place where I died

and wonder how much darker it is inside.

Everything is frosty here, 

frosty there, 

everywhere.

Cold shivers rack me here,

makes my hair

stand aware.

Goosebumps attack my skin

as within

I begin

to fight a civil war

with a grin

against my kin.

When Death comes knocking at the door,

I will not cower away.

Death is a peaceful release from

the horrors of my day.

When Sadness seems to take me on

a journey far away

Death's always there to pet my hair

and give me one more day.

Death is no enemy of mine;

he is my only friend.

We talk at night and talk at day

when our journeys begin.

They take us far away from here,

into a land of night

and looking back over my shoulder

I can see the light.

He beckons me to hurry on;

who am I to refuse?

Death has no patience with me, still,

I'll never be excused.

The path we wander he has tread

with many others too.

I wonder if one night he will

be walking it with you.

At last we reach the city gates

I'd have been glad to see

if it weren't for the city gates

staring right back at me.

Large eyes filled where there should be air,

and space began to shrink.

I turned to ask Death for his help;

he only gave a wink.

And so I write this, quickly now,

before I lose the chance.

If ever Death tries to help you,

you must refuse his dance.

To dance with him is to dance with Death

and it will soon make sense.

No matter how happy you feel,

there can be no pretense.

Death is a killer; Death is the thing

that takes me on along.

But Life in Death is a chance to sing

a new and happy song.

To walk with Death is certain to

lead you to the deep grave.

Why waste a Life that you can use,

so many others to save?

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Dark and sadness within and I hope your darkness is not a blick as your write makes it sound. We will all walk with death, just depends on when he has time for you. Nice write. I don't know what I would change,but the next to last stanza seems to not flow as well as it could. But it's just my opinion and interpretation, so your call as always. Thanks,

[Not here]

no, thank you :) ill look into that

[Emily]

Vary nice poem!
Well done!!

[Not here]

thank you emily :) always appreciated

[Lizardo]

I really love the rhyming and style of this poem like you have no idea, a perfect poem I should say.
and really good word usage too! I haven't read a good poem in many days, but I just came here to see the light ;) It's really good, I like it and I like the little story of it too, one should not walk with death because death is no one to play with, it's one of those friends that when you turn your back, he will stab you from behind and take your life away. but the ending is by far my favorite you know:
Why waste a Life that you can use, so many others to save?
It is true, why waste our life? when we can do anything we want! (of course anything that is not against the law lol)
Great poem Dante, great poem. 100% rating.

[Not here]

lol thanks man :) that means a lot coming from you

[Lizardo]

You know I'm always for help :)

[Tamika Finley]

I love how you capitalize the D in death and L in life as if they're people. This poem is great overall. I like the flow of it and the message between the text. Great read

[Not here]

thnks :) glad you enjoyed

[Bear]

Witty and creative, the rhyme scheme and meter are so precise you could read this with a metronome. This was a fun read and livened up my afternoon, I just hope the decedents of C.C.Moore don't sue you for plagiarizing the second line in the first stanza Ha! Ha!

[Not here]

oh lol :) im not big enough for them to sue

[Joel Armstrong]

A beautiful poem. The message is very clear. The duality of all things,life and death.since considering death as a person,I would alse do the same for life.for a while we did the dance of life and now its time for the dance of death.
The imagery used here is excellent. Thank you for sharing this with us.

[Not here]

thnks :) glad u think so

[A writer]

Nicely done. Though I noticed that your new poems are sharing similarities with the ones Danny writes. The style, the words... Not that much to notice on first look, but I noticed after reading a few of them. Well... 100 rating.

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Hey writer...whats with you?

[A writer]

Trying to compare his work with yours. He should take that as a compliment... I mean, what I said in the review.

[Not here]

i believe all four of us have great styles and tht these reheated nachos r nasty. 'nuff said

[Stan Lee]

Macabre is the word that came to mind while reading this. Until the last two lines were like a glimmer of hope and the darkness. Expect nothing but never lose hope. Great poem, rhythm and rhyme Dante. Keep it up. :)

[Not here]

thanks smiley face:)

[KittyKatgirl]

This is a great piece of work :) I was intrigued the whole way through and couldn't help but read it twice. I enjoyed it and keep up the great work :)

[Not here]

thnks crystal :) cute cat btw

[KittyKatgirl]

Haha thanks I got a Russian blue at home but I got the picture of the internet.