Reaper of souls.
as I lay on my deathbed in the hospital room,
the awareness of my soon doom,
exudes feelings of gloom,
but more so it ensues feelings of regret,
so many stupid decisions which in my heart beget
feelings of indecision, unaware of what is next.
i can feel your lungs weaken
the disease that’s ripping your life is unknown,
all we know is you had to leave your son and husband at home.
soon you’ll have to leave from the life you’ve known.
i see all your thoughts, you always think about being dead.
you think about the things you wished you had said,
like a couple more “I love you”, a couple more “I trust you”, a couple more “I miss you”,
a couple more nights praying to the one above you
i remember my last words to my son,
looking sympathetically I looked at him pathetically,
and said so empathetically, I loved him,
so death could see.
but it doesn’t matter, because talking doesn’t work,
so I’m patiently waiting for the coffin and the hearse,
and then all a sudden I started coughing and it hurts,
then I pressed the button which was calling for the nurse.
the door flew open
but it couldn‘t be her,
instead I got the black hooded death,
known as the Grim Reaper.
you approached me, I got cold, time froze,
your hand hit mine.
you got close to me and told me, that it was my time.
filled with frustration I couldn’t control,
snatched my arm away from your hand so cold,
looked you in the eyes, because it was time you told,
you’re not taking any more lives and it was my time, I spoke.
“if you reap what you sow, why reap souls?
you’re the creator of none, but you can take them and run?
how is this so, the keeper of the souls,
reaper who sold nothing he sowed?
he only stole, and away he stowed ,
until he bestows them to the one below.
and we all know that he has no soul.
so your envy controls and even he knows
in heat he chose to fight those he loathes.
despising those whose demise,
you own.
spiting foes, despite inside he knows,
that it was he who has chose,
the life as Reaper of Souls.”
after I finished my speech,
he roared with laughter and disbelief,
then, up I leaped and for his sickle I reached,
chopped off his head, which fell to his feet.
now death is dead, just grim from defeat.
but to my surprise, death did have a soul,
and into my body, the spirit arose.
the Grim Reaper’s hood then covered me whole,
from the inside to out my body became cold.
i was no greater than he, reaping what I did not sow.
i was just as Grim,
and now the new Reaper of souls.
~Temi
19/06/2020
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Poetry explained –
it’s basically about death, what the grim reaper brings. The character here is close to death and is thinking of what she could’ve done to change what’s happening, but the grim reaper doesn’t give second chances apparently. At the end, it’s just becoming what you’re trying to protect yourself from (the reaper).
This was how you explained it to me yeah? 🌚
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But I bind and cast death in the mighty name of Jesus!
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Amen
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This is so nice 😥😥
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I remain captivated to your writing😍❤. This is really beautiful
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Beautiful price of work, it’s a real masterpiece. Your mind is an intriguing place fr
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A very beautiful piece
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Nice piece😉…..Also Man U will lose tonight.
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and i reject it IJN
This is intriguing Momo♥️ Well-done
thank you sister ❤️
That’s very wonderful and deep…
First, it was talking about what death takes from us humans..
Then,the features of Mr death himself
And also death, choosing who he wants, not humans’ going when they want..
Great piece dearie❣❣
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Well penned gurl ❤️
I love it
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Beautiful ❤
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It’s awesome, it’s really a very beautiful tragic piece.
Great work babe.
More wisdom oo
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Lol! I say this everytime, you’re a beautiful poet! I enjoyed this! Sincerely.
Nice font btw.
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Wow!! This is beautiful!!!!
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I hope you’re not really seeing the grim reaper?
Cos we shouldn’t lose such a great poet so soon.
you’re not losing me anytime soon 😂😂. Thank youuuu 💜
My love for the dark!
My love for your writing!
It’s a job very well done😋
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🔥🔥Awesome read!!
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Looking sympathetically, I looked at him pathetically, and said empathetically. Amazing wordplay. This is a lovely poem that talks about a woman who is near death. She has series of flashbacks of events that occurred in her life and was filled with regret about some things. Her condition degenerates further and death comes knocking. She however has a confrontation with death. She even tries to battle it but to no avail, it takes her. This is a lovely poem. Well-done, and keep it up. I love this.
Well explained. Thank you very much 💜