A Conversation Between Life and Death

This poem came from a writing prompt one of my poet facebook friends had from a series called Writer's Block. As always, a work in progress.... So here's number 21.

A Conversation Between Life and Death

You get to have all the fun.

I believe you are mistaken.

How could I be, when you are surrounded by energy, joy and laughter?

You are the birth of all things that have graced this Earth with greatness.

It’s not all that great, when sometimes it’s too late to change the fate, and situations become irate.

I hold the weight of sorrow and tears on my shoulders.

These boulders of misery and mayhem.

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

Even with my attractive façade I deal with odd circumstances.

You have the advances for peace and ability to be free.

Who me?

Most people fear me.

I’m the last on their list-

-But midst all of the nonsense, I often go to waste.

You know, I’ve always been jealous of you, maybe even crazed,

But come on let’s go, and make the best of our day.