Dear Death (A Poem)

hi hooman
first, I would like to thank you. I wanted to write a review (third or fourth review of the day. sudden review kick? eh, points are points) but I had absolutely no idea what I was going to review next. I'm picky about my poems. but I decided to click on this, read it, and get the review over with. I have yet to read it.

I understand your thought here. it might be better to think of it as a person, even though somewhere deep down we know damn well that its inevitable. I personally don't think that death is bad in general. I'm superstitious and not very into science, but even I know that its just how the body works. there's no method to it. but sometimes I wonder. maybe death is person, but he would be a very busy person, don't you think? have you ever wondered why the angels have wings, and sometimes pictures of death do too? it makes you think. you cant go off of a picture, of course. but it makes you question things, even a tiny bit. I like to think that death is not just one entity, and that it is the angels who are doing the job. some have glee with it and make it take nice and slow. some just want to get it over with and give you a quick death. but once the fates snip that string, they have to do it. whether they like it or not.
a silly idea, huh? its best to know that even though you will be forgotten, there are people who would gladly have you to remember until they die, because everyone they want to remember left them and its too painful to remember. so try to find a forever person. you may be forgotten when they go, but they will still remember you until they die with you. and then you both can be in the afterlife together (I personally have complications with believing in the afterlife, but that's just me) have a good day!

Hello, again! I had to come around for a second time.

When I was reading this poem, I really felt like I was standing in front of death, as if he's a real person (figuratively) and I was having a casual conversation with him. Asking him all these questions-- things that everyone wishes they could ask at some point.

It left me thinking if they were just simply meeting, or if the person writing this was on the verge of death. Either way, the personification in this poem is amazing!

There are two things I would recommend:

The capitalization on some of the starts of the lines are inconsistent, I'm not sure if that was for emphasis or if they were intentional, so if they were, ignore it!

I was kind of wishing I had gotten some type of description of death himself, it would've really helped me imagine him a little better (although I did have a subtle picture in my head xD).

Dear Death,

You aren't picky.

You take the rich.

You take the poor.

No one is safe.

The use of "Dear Death" makes it almost like a beginning of a formal letter. Well, formal letters because it is repeated.

And the use of addressing death as a person allows for the very good hard hitting questions. I particularly liked "Will you hold my hand,/ and walk with me to the other side?" and the simple "Why?"

The poem really captures the paradox that is death. Good Job.

If I wrote this, I would have end the poem or each 'letter' with a signature. Something like "From, a concerned mortal."

Anyways, good poem.