March of the ReaperA Poem by Emerald BadgerI wrote this when going through a tough time in my life so I apologise if it isn't up to par.
Knife plunges deep
Straight through the heart Not a blade of steel But a blade of thought Cold thought hacks And slices and cuts Cold thought stabs And society tuts Blood is pumped Throughout each vein Fuelling the voices Inside my brain Several memories Remain discarded Repressed not forgotten Secrets are guarded Life is pumped Throughout each vein A metaphor for life you ask? ... Pain. Knife plunges deep Carving through flesh The darkness descends I finally sense the reaper's sweet caress. -Emerald Badger
© 2015 Emerald BadgerAuthor's Note
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Added on November 2, 2015 Last Updated on November 2, 2015 AuthorEmerald BadgerYorkshire, United KingdomAboutI use poetry as a sort of coping mechanism for everyday life, so my poems either have a very optimistic outlook or a very pessimistic outlook; I've been doing this for a while now and I just always wo.. more..Writing
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