I've Met Him, The Grim.

I met him at the corner

of Nowhere and Everywhere

My blank stare collided

with His sickle

as the dew drops began to trickle

off blades of grass

masses of flowers surround

gravestones that line the ground

Mist slowly lifts

through the air it gently twists

But amidst it I can see

He grasps that sickle gracefully,

Waits for Me..

to speak, to move,

acknowledge that I am His food-

His prey.

At His disposal,

Lose all control,

Beg Him to let me stay

Just One More Day!

But I just smile, all the while

a spring in my step

Not a fret on my brow,

in leaps and bows

I make my way

and He didn't hesitate

a grin did begin to make its way

across His thin and tired face

His embrace was all but strange

and within it Everything changed.

Night to Dawn

all along

this place was no cemetery,

no dump for the dead..

its kinda scary, I must've bumped my head..

cause I'm back in my bed-

lacking my friend

it was never The End.

But it was my time,

time for a change so drastic

my Past left in a casket.

Author's Note

inspired by Emily Dickinson's because I could not stop for Death. I think I wrote this around 2011. it ended up longer than I intended.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

An inspiring entertaining write!

[A.marie.speaks]

im glad you enjoyed it! ive always been a little "under-satisfied" with then ending but I can't bring myself to rewrite it.

[LadyGreystroke]

i call but he never picks up his damn phone

[A.marie.speaks]

hah- he must be busy! he'll find you. he finds us all.. at least once in our lives