Death Is A Gentleman

You may be a gentleman but I hate you, Death.

Hard to be soft,

Tough to be tender

When the bittersweetness of death

Comes knocking at my door.

 

His kindness attraction of whispers

Frozen temptations at my ear.

Filling my once joyous soul

With the blackness of his reputation.

 

I keep fighting, fists raging

As I swim through the tears

Of my existence in loss of family values

And friendships torn from greedy demonic hands.

 

His want for me to finally be by his side,

The strong yearning of death and destruction

Of all that I have become and know that I am

Yet he continues to be gentlemen through it all.

 

He understands my pain, the will to keep moving

Forward away from the black clouds that hang

Over me washing away all the glory of life

Poisoning my soul with acid rain.

 

He never goes against his regrets,

Watching and waiting for the chance I lose it all.

The slight temptation of thought to surrender

And be six feet beneath the ground, where I belong.

 

He waits for me with burning patience

Death, the kindness of all men that I have never met.

My swords forever drawn, a battle of a lifetime

With my last breath, I will one day be his.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

It's nice when there is someone we can count on.....

[Gilad Levanon]

Interesting. Beautifully written, speaks of the determined spirit of life, always striving to continue the journey. I appreciate that - despite the utterly unavoidable final outcome of all living things, we forge onward. The question I raise in this poem is about its dark tone. I question the finality of death. And if death is not the end, but just another chapter in life, then does death seem like such an enemy? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the darkness of this poem - it speaks to the sadness and suffering that are inextricably connected to the experience of death and, strangely enough, it also speaks to the dark appeal of death - the appeal of silence, rest, peace. Anyway, thanks for another great piece.

[Susanna F]

This is so determined, despite its darkness. Your way with words is amazing. Really, really good! Favoriting.

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

This is freaking amazing
several great lines
but the stand out line for me was ...
"I keep fighting fists raging
As I swim through the tears"
that will stay with me for a long while!

a fave

100/100

[Muse]

Death can put put on quiet the attractive face. Fate does not discriminate...and you pen this with a very warm venom. To give in....I feel this temptation often...but then the coldness sets in. The reality is never pure bliss.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good things take time. Sometime two people are on different paths. If you slow down. Maybe one day the two people will find each other. I like the story and how you ended this poem. Always hope for a wise gentlemen. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[reflectingus]

This is exactly the kind of bitter sweetness. I mean, WHOA. This is just amazing, I can't stop that ominous, kind of contagious feeling that I felt as I read this. It's almost...disease-like, the virus lingering over your thoughts, waiting for the right moment, death. This truly gave me the chills by the awesomeness of that frank approach, that right approach to death, and how your personified death. Death is inevitable, we all must die, but all that agony can come to rest, tempt you. I loved reading.

[Sometimes Blood]

A wonderful poem and I could relate to it so much.

[Amila Jay]

'The slight temptation of thought to surrender'
Death is dreadful and sorrowful but something we all must face .. Great poem:))

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A perfect riding of worded bliss, well done.