March of the Reaper

March of the Reaper

A Poem by Emerald Badger
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I wrote this when going through a tough time in my life so I apologise if it isn't up to par.

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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 Badger


Author's Note

Emerald Badger
Honesty is the best policy

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Added on November 2, 2015
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Emerald Badger
Emerald Badger

Yorkshire, United Kingdom



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I 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..

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