Death reaches for me
From a distance
With a pale hand
But the ancient fingers
Like the threads of time
Can only extend so far
Death looks at me
With slow eyes
Holding my gaze
Like one might hold
A dying animal
A despairing embrace
Death begs me,
With bloodied lips
And broken words,
To come with him
For death is often lonely
And so am I
This is a poem about dealing with depression and suicidal thoughts.