Dear Death

This was written in 1988,  the  background was the Armenian Earthquake.  

I feel like two people,
One rooted, the other floating
As I watch the mangled bodies,
Peaking out under the rubble,
Some burning in the inferno,
Faces with trials of tears
Some grateful, some in pain.

Why was I left out?
Knowing how much I need you,
You choose to ignore me;
Most others fear you
But you loved them
Enough, to invite them home.

I yearn be with you,
Like the river yearns the sea
My tired body needs to rest
In the cradle of nothingness.
From life's constant battle,
My mind needs to sleep.

Sleep, in the infinite abyss
That is  your home
No dreams, No hurt
Peace from all emotions
I ask silently, "When?"
Hoping to get a nod.

Awaiting your Invitation.
Yours truly,
xoxoxo