I MET DEATH

death, dead, creature, the night, creature in the night

The night is dark.

And no one is around.

Let that be so,

What is that sound.

There over there,

A creature stirs in the night.

Only to behold,

What is such a sight.

This creature,

This creature of the night.

It makes a light

Bright and beautiful in its wake.

At the light

There I see,

Smiling and waving back at me.

I look to the ground.

And there I lay.

But how can that be.

I am up here,

Floating cloud nine.

Why am I there.

There is surely,

Only one of me.

The light shines brighter,

I look it face on.

A man in a mask.

He tells me to follow.

I ask him his name,

To which he won't answer.

He tells me to come.

Everything will be alright.

I want to go.

Something tells me,

I should go,

But part of me is scared.

What beholds in this glorious light?

Surely something magnificent,

But what if it's not.

What if instead,

 I walk to my doom.

I look down again,

And there I am,

Drowning in blood.

An expressionless face.

The thing that I dread, 

Is that I am dead.

I look at the light,

And I come to my fate.

The light is brighter,

With many people there.

An aunt, a brother,

A grandmother so near.

I see what this is.

Death is here.

He is here to collect me,

And take me away.

Author's Note

Tell me what you guys think. I know it could probably use a lot of corrections and emotion

Reviews

[Nadia B.]

Somehow even though I read the title of the poem I could have never expected such a brilliant story. It brought up images (for me anyway) of floating in the darkest parts of the ocean and seeing a bright light, being in awe of that light, and then as the light comes closer, realizing it is probably some scary Anglerfish, and I am about to meet my doom, but then you end the poem with such love...person doesn't feel any pain just the love of family surrounding them, and even though death has taken them away, you know they are going to be ok...still because of the way you wrote your poem a person seems to form an attachment to the one being taken away by death. The reader can't help but walk away feeling so sad, because they realize now that person is gone. Very unique way of writing, thank you for sharing this!

[SuspectGray]

Not many people get to meet death and write about it. The use of repetition adds to the sense of confusion of the situation finally revealed at the end. Enjoyed ( : O )

[alf]

Hi Breana. Wow, this goooooood!!!! I loved how you inched the reader forward, giving nothing away until the end. You gave me a sense of mixed emotion, anticipation and dread. I don't think there is a single thing I would change!!!! Loved the poem!!!! alf

[Alex Cook]

My review of this is put your poem on googles search engine. I didn't do it on purpose, but check it out.
http://alexdeancook.wix.com/cooksworld-sci-fi#!poems-1/c1ktj

Happy Memorial Day. Alex

[Anthony J]

Really great message with a voice that's refreshingly straightforward. Death is such a rich subject for poems, and you've explored it really well here! great job

[P Mike]

I think it's a great one. I was just thinking what can inspires that in you. Anyway don't leave now; you are still needed on the shore of earth.

[Alex Cook]

I thought it was great. Keep up the good work. I would love to have it posted on my site.
http://alexdeancook.wix.com/cooksworld-sci-fi#!introduction/mainPage