A Friendship With Death

I've seen death.
I've seen him at his best.
I saw him run through a family like it was nothing.

Swept through and took them away,
Left only a whiff of their presence.
Alas, he didn't visit without gifts,
Sorrow and confusion.
He laid them neatly wrapped at their feet.

His joy grew with each tear.
Each scream of pain,
Music to his ears.

I've seen death and he is ugly.
However, I cannot hate him,
In a dark way he is necessary.

If anything, I feel sorry for death.
Cold bodies and the souls of the wicked for company.
Oh death, whom did you scorn in the past life?

I feel sorry for death even though he will eventually come for me.
He shall have my company when he comes for me.
And in that fleeting moment, when life leaves me, and I see death as I die,
I shall be his friend.

Path To Sleep

What keeps you up at night?

What haunts you when your eyes are closed?

What weighs your heart down?
Are you willing to share?
Or would you have me break the silence?

My heart is always heavy, I am human,  I am imperfect.
My inadequacies keep me up at night,
Even worse, that the world will discover them all.

We all have demons,
But I fear my demons are wiser than I am.
They have been fruitful.
They have multiplied.
They rumple my sheets.
They interrupt my sleep.
They have become a legion, my bed can no longer contain them.
My bed sits on a mountain of demons.
And I am the king of this mountain.

However,  through all this I thank God.
He made me realise.
I birthed these demons, 
I am the reason for their existence
And only I can determine whether or not they hold me at ransome.

So I take a light and let it shine underneath my bed.
Let the world see.
So at night when my lids are heavy I can sleep.