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The Reaper
December 23, 2013
My eyes grow tired, my thoughts fail me
A strange weakness grips me, my body grows limp.
Death's withered hands reach out to me
In embrace? Is it love? Kindness perhaps, to one weary soul
As I die, as I waste, as I look back
What do I feel? What do I think ?
Joy? Sadness? Regret? Never..
I feel nothing, but fear
Fear, for those left to face Mother Earth's wrath
Fear, as I prepare to meet my maker
Fear, for the infinite expanse beyond...
© Britney G., Green Bay, WI
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Carly_Elizabeth PLATINUM said...
on Jan. 24 2014 at 8:31 pm
This is nice. It has a deep meaning to it. I would definitely love to know the back story of this particular character and why he/she is dying. The only thing I would say is that it's a little to sticky to be a flowy poem, but it would be perfect as a sort of choppy short story. Does that make sense? Anywhose, I liked this a lot. Keep up the great writing!
Cassie3232 BRONZE said...
on Jan. 18 2014 at 8:15 pm
This is very good! but it is also sad
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