Awaiting the Reaper

A creative reaction to the play "Death of a Salesman"

I open my eyes as the suns first light creeps in through my bedroom window
They've grown heavy throughout the years
The sun, the same sun I have ever known
Shines as bright as ever, as I continue to disappear

My body wilts, my mind decays
The days melt on like candle wax
I await the day I breathe no more
Maybe then I can relax

What awaits me on the other side, I really do not know
Perhaps nothing
Perhaps everything
Perhaps the land of Eskimo

The regrets of past indeed do haunt
I close my eyes but they insist to stay
Taunting me with different outcomes
I hope my ghosts will go away

As the days pass by, my breath grows short
Memories get muddled as time slips on
Blurred now, I lose my grip of reality
What is a dream, and what can be counted on?

Eagerly, I await the reaper
As a friend I see him, whenever he may call
When he meets me I hope he smiles
I am well liked after all

Author's Note

An assignment I had to do for my Theatre class

Reviews

[Serena Tan]

I didn't just read your writing.
But I could FEEL your writing!
Personally, I really like this part:
"The regrets of past indeed do haunt
I close my eyes but they insist to stay
Taunting me with different outcomes
I hope my ghosts will go away"
The feeling is shown out!
Good job!