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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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38 Comments

  1. Oseruona June 19, 2020 at 2:29 pm

    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? 🌚
    Nice one boo! 💜

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    1. Oseruona June 19, 2020 at 2:30 pm

      But I bind and cast death in the mighty name of Jesus!

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      1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:49 pm

        Amen!!!!!!

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      2. Afilaka June 19, 2020 at 6:50 pm

        Amen

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    2. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:47 pm

      yes babe, that’s exactly how explained it. thank you ❤️

      Reply
  2. t_mezie June 19, 2020 at 2:45 pm

    This is so nice 😥😥

    Well-done d

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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:48 pm

      thank youuuu 🥺

      Reply
  3. Iamzee_ June 19, 2020 at 4:50 pm

    I remain captivated to your writing😍❤. This is really beautiful

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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:48 pm

      thank you baby ❤️

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  4. Ubanozie Iheanetu June 19, 2020 at 6:46 pm

    Beautiful price of work, it’s a real masterpiece. Your mind is an intriguing place fr

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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:49 pm

      thank you 😭❤️

      Reply
  5. tayovie June 19, 2020 at 6:50 pm

    A very beautiful piece

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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:55 pm

      thank you very much 💜

      Reply
  6. Afilaka June 19, 2020 at 6:53 pm

    Nice piece😉…..Also Man U will lose tonight.

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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:56 pm

      thank youuuu ❤️

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    2. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 6:56 pm

      and i reject it IJN

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  7. Gloria Ebun June 19, 2020 at 8:18 pm

    This is intriguing Momo♥️ Well-done

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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 8:32 pm

      thank you sister ❤️

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  8. sharonne June 19, 2020 at 9:16 pm

    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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    1. Mo's blog June 19, 2020 at 9:39 pm

      Oh thank youuuu 🥺❤️

      Reply
  9. Peace Irabor “Poria” June 19, 2020 at 9:57 pm

    Well penned gurl ❤️
    I love it

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 12:33 am

      thank you so much 💜

      Reply
  10. Taiwo June 20, 2020 at 12:17 am

    Beautiful ❤

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 12:33 am

      thank youuuu 🥺

      Reply
  11. Lami_dhe June 20, 2020 at 6:00 am

    It’s awesome, it’s really a very beautiful tragic piece.
    Great work babe.
    More wisdom oo

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 7:21 am

      Amen. Thank you 💜

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  12. Donald June 20, 2020 at 8:10 am

    Lol! I say this everytime, you’re a beautiful poet! I enjoyed this! Sincerely.
    Nice font btw.

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 8:11 am

      thank you boo 🥺❤️❤️

      Reply
  13. Mara Oma June 20, 2020 at 10:50 am

    Wow!! This is beautiful!!!!

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 11:22 am

      i’m glad 🥺. Thank youuuu 💜

      Reply
  14. fudailkhan June 20, 2020 at 12:27 pm

    I hope you’re not really seeing the grim reaper?

    Cos we shouldn’t lose such a great poet so soon.

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 12:42 pm

      you’re not losing me anytime soon 😂😂. Thank youuuu 💜

      Reply
  15. Voices June 20, 2020 at 12:54 pm

    My love for the dark!
    My love for your writing!
    It’s a job very well done😋

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    1. Mo's blog June 20, 2020 at 4:25 pm

      thank you 🥰

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  16. Impulse June 21, 2020 at 8:29 pm

    🔥🔥Awesome read!!

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    1. Mo's blog June 22, 2020 at 8:42 am

      thank you 💜

      Reply
  17. aybee910 June 26, 2020 at 7:19 pm

    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.

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    1. Mo's blog June 26, 2020 at 9:01 pm

      Well explained. Thank you very much 💜

      Reply

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