mr grim

a fictional poem about the grim reaper disliking his duty of taking people into the afterlife.

He does his duty, but with despair

Despite his role, he knows it’s unfair

Crafting the endings with a heavy heart

He dreams of the days before his start

 

He was just a young boy, painted in sin

His father forced him with a devilish grin

“Do your part son, it’s how our lives run.

One day you’ll see why this has to be done.”

 

But that day never comes

He sits in his chair

Wading in sorrow

With no light, not a glare

 

Don’t fear the reaper

A chant well known

But unknown to us

He is his own greatest fear

 

He does his duty, but with despair

Despite his role, he knows it’s unfair

Crafting the endings with a heavy heart

He dreams of the days before his start

 

The guest of honor, painted in sin

His father still wears that devilish grin

“I’ve done my part Pa, when will I be done?”

“Oh my boy, once they fade off to none”