death comes from behind

05/2012

Standing up, I try to walk away from the chilling

and penetrating breath that runs down the

back of my neck. Trying to walk away from 

this grim feeling in my throat as death treads  

behind me like a vortex. Sucking at my essence.

The unified screaming that sounds next is like a 

terrified choir as death pulls at me with his might

and hate. I can feel the strings of my soul being

unraveled back into the darkness. My focus attempt's

to fight off this unbelievable and seemingly a vision.

All the while I'm being yanked deeper and deeper

into a infernal pit. My skin burns deeper than the

sun has ever touched. In fear my heart pounds with

understanding. Death has come to take his mocker.

Come to show me that even I cannot evade him.

Brightness materializes in front of me and pulls me

out of death's grasp. "HE IS MINE" the light says in

the loudest, most melodic voice I've ever heard.

"Why? He embraces me." death snarls.  "HE IS PAID

FOR. ITS YOUR PRESSURES. YOU HAVE YOUR WAYS." 

The horrific choir screams and just as quickly as

death and his host had appeared. They vanish. 

Collapsing my soul rises towards the light. Nail

scarred hands cover me and holds my spirit lightly.

I'm filled with knowledge and a desire to stay.

"YOU MUST GO BACK. YOU MUST TELL THE WORLD."

Author's Note

Ok so yea this is very true. I had this life and death experience recently. I've been reeling for days.. I know that this is very controversial and most will laugh but I truly believe that if I don't share this and convey it in the most honest way that I will be held accountable for not following through with my promise to God. Thanks for reading. The importance of our souls is where this poem stands. Please take the time to filter this and if there is anyone here that is struggling with spiritual and emotional issues.. plz do not hesitate to contact me. I will listen and help in anyway I can. Thanks to my fans for following me through this journey. I love each and everyone of you.

Reviews

[Ian Faraway]

I'm not a spiritual person but the clash of light and darkness is a very real thing for me. The imagery and emotion in this sent goosebumps up my arms. There were one or two grammatical spots but the meaning and everything you tried to convey to us readers succeeded in doing so. J'adore! -Ian

Rebirth, a new beginning.

[rivers]

I guess I must be behind on my reading because I don't know how I missed this poem. Joshua you are simply an amazing Dude...This feels so real because your experience really brought your focus front and center...I am not laughing and I doubt few are...Your poem feels very sincere to me and I'm hopeful more light with shine into darkness. This is dark alright. Pondering death is about as dark as it gets but the journey to the reader is engaging and you keep it real...

[Amila Jay]

A brilliant poem!!

[Scott W. Martin]

Really good flow. Your sentences fit together well enough that it felt like the words were meant to be there which is always nice to see accomplished. I like a lot of the descriptions used. It kind of felt like we (the audience) missed out on the climax or the motivator of this story and went straight to the wrap up or aftermath or whatever you want to call it. All in all, very cool.

[ChaoticSoul]

Even though much of your poetry deals with death and darkness, you always find a way to tell it differently…to tell a different story. And I really admire your ability for that. The vivid imagery mixed in with the dialogue and great word choices combine to create a wonderfully written piece!

[Kaylor Mason]

I absolutely LOVE this! LOVE IT!! ABSOLUTELY!!! Originally I was gonna make some wise-crack about death on here, but when I read it I realized humor wouldn't suit this. I am SO happy for you, Josh--as one man saved by grace to another, you're now experiencing the same inner peace that has held me together through all the garbage in my life (a lot of which I've written up here in my works.)
Also: that skit--the one about the ropes of sin. I've seen that done before, and it really fits this work; fits it precisely.

[olla]

there are mysteries of life and death and every once in awhile we are given glimpses.. well written..