Death is such a powerful thing,
The crossing of one place to another.
It is this, that killed me.
I couldn’t bear watching those I love die,
Because they did all too often.
I was sure I would be the last to go.
I wasn’t going to let that happen, no.
As they died, so did I,
My life slipped further and further away.
I had no choice but to join them myself,
I mean, what’s the point of me being here,
If they aren’t?
So I was killed by death.
And now I get to be with them,
And we are forever, until the end of time.
Rachel Brewer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killed-by-death/
