The Grim ReaperA Poem by Max Rwizi, Jr.This piece talks about how disastrous death can be.
You are the most hardworking but undeserving worker I have ever known.
Understanding you is like trying to solve a rubiks cube within a minute. When we are in pain, you always come around just so you can mediate because our souls are nothing more than just a deal to you. You're always eavesdropping on us like a child who has nothing to do. Is it that you have known no happiness that you try to dig a hole in our hearts? Is it so you won't feel out of place? That little boy could have been a doctor by now but you plucked him away like he was just some hideous weed around delicately beautiful flowers. You had never crossed paths but you still deemed him your foe. All you care about are your trophies but do you even consider the mess you leave behind such as broken homes, hungry orphans. The list is endless, man. And yet you claim to bring peace! At least fight like a man, unlike a coward who attacks when we are unaware. Now I'm scared to rest a little because you might conspire with sleep to take me away as well. © 2018 Max Rwizi, Jr. |
AuthorMax Rwizi, Jr.Harare, Christian, ZimbabweAboutAn Extroverted Introvert | Proudly Zimbabwean Whatsapp: +263779924523 more..Writing
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