Death

This poem is dedicated to my Best Friend Catherine. I know that you do not like this subject, which is why I am writing it.

Cate,
I know that its hard for you,
for all that you have been through.
Please stop and listen.

Death is something that we must face.
Others turn away,
like it was a cool breeze.

I, however, turn to face it,
and stride up to it.
I then jab it with my finger.

You, leave me along,
I have not done my duty.
And I will never.

Being on Earth is like Hell,
and being in Hell is like.....
I want you to stay out of it.

I then turn around and
walk off.
He follows me.

I can feel that he follows me.
In my shadow,
and in my bones.

I will know when my time has come.
He will know too,
and embrace me like a friend.

Cate,
I know that it is hard for you,
so please don't turn your back on him.

Tell him to go away,
and maybe,
he will.