The Reaper

The shadow lurks in the distance

Feeds off my fear and pain

The ripples of darkened melancholy

Rise as waves on the surface

 

The reaper of my life silently floats

As its swarm hollows me

Its gleeful scythe a mockery of joy

It gnaws at my tattered soul

 

Beaten and bruised my throbbing heart

Sings a lullaby of unquenched chaos

As my world around me dims and decays

My burdened legs can carry me no more

 

As death clutches my throat in a steely grip

The reaper lets out a cry of mirth

Even as my imminent death propels its growth

And it grows stronger on my despair

 

It stands before me and the scythe sways

Blood flows from my body as it seeks escape

The reaper smiles and swings the scythe

And I fall to the ground motionless

Author's Note

Wrote this when i was kind of angry i guess...tell me what you think!!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the reaper in poetry. A character of mystery and fear. Will come to take you away forever to a better or worst place. I like your description. Had the feel of the real reaper. Cold and heartless he is. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sid]

Thank you Coyote, glad you stopped by!!

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If you had written it while anger surrounded you, the agony just expressed perfectly!!
The use of reaper is actually great I found.
Nice read Sid!