Death calls to me from time to time Sometimes, I even slip on its slime It reminds me of the stinging shards in my heart It reminds me of how close it and I are apart Softly, it whispers in my ears at night “Only I can help you take flight In this life, you go up this mountain every time Just to fall down, that won’t happen with my slime Every night, you cry yourself to sleep Hiding your true feelings, oh so deep If you call this life, how can I be any worse? If you accept me, I can give you rest Don’t you also think this is for the best?” Then, I sit still and listen to its reasoning But then I answer, after listening and thinking. “Death, I climb this mountain because I must When I fall down, it does wound my heart’s crust But more than anything, I learn With every loss, I earn With every tear, at night There is another bright light For every time I hide I find a better place to abide If you are silence, peace, and rest Life is adventure, which I like the best So please stop knocking on my door Stop pushing me to the floor Because I will not let you in I will get up after you think you win As long as I breathe I am not going to leave.
The prompt I had for this poem was: "If this is life, how can death be any worse?"