I see your suffering, your anguish
You wear it beautifully
I know your frustration and grief
I can provide your relief
I can take your pain
And bring it to a satisfying end.
To those who seek God
He only grants eternity
I offer you oblivion
Give yourself to me
Put your life in my hands
And receive your desired release.
June 15, 2008
I wrote a note to myself about this poem after I wrote it, reminding myself that it is about the male friend of a woman I chatted with online one night. I have no memory of that conversation now or even who the woman was with whom I spoke, so I’m not sure why I decided to compare him to death. I do like the poem, though.