I never knew death
but depression taught me
the beauty of death.
Sweet lies it was;
a false hope of serenity.
I called the hands of death
to hold me gently that night.
Pills and pills to numb the pain;
to drift away into that slumber,
the final slumber of death.
Death came to me;
She stared at me.
I gave a longing look,
She grasped my neck
with hands that held terror
She looked into my soul
But saw a new life
All night I begged
to take the sadness;
to take away the pain.
Mama called me,
said it was a new day;
said she prayed for me.
Death heard her cry
and let me Live.
Had a brush with a failed suicidal attempt some time ago. Was a wake up call for me. Glad I'm alive!
A Steemit Original by E C Stanley
