I am translucent
But I see everything quite clearly
I don’t wear black cloak
That’s just scary  
I was there when the hurricane hit
That poor village on the coast
I was standing in the sand
And I saw faces
All those miserable faces
The panic in their eyes
I carried each of their bodies
Even the starving children
Cradled in their mothers arms
I wanted to leave them
Believe me  
I wanted to
I hate seeing tears
It makes me cry
How ironic
I cry
But I have a job
It haunts me
I’ve seen beautiful moments
Humans with compassion
Humans who genuinely love  
Who aren’t ready to let go
Of the hands they hold so close
The way they look into each other
Their eyes when they fill with tears
It makes me hate my job
 I’ve seen tragic moments
As I sit beside humans
Who have taken their lives
I weep as I take their hand
I have emotions too
I hate wars
****** battlefields
A huge mess to clean up
I hate funerals  
I gather families to say goodbye
And I get to greet with a hello
I hate souls that try to fight back
There aren’t second chances
I’m just doing my job
You get used to it
It gets easier
It’s an important job
The most important one there is
And I’ve seen humans in all forms
Evil selfish virtuous crazy fools
Most are ready for me
Open their arms wide
I love their embrace
Most aren’t ready
Too young
Not enough time
Want to run away
Wish for a different life
It makes my heart cringe
How ironic
Even death has a heart.