This poem is about someone who wants to keep living but the grim reaper has come to collect.
I was lying on the bed, feeling cold and numb
When I saw a hooded figure standing at the door
He said he was the reaper, and he had come for me
But I was not ready to leave this world behind
I begged him for more time, to say goodbye to my loved ones
To finish what I started, to live out my dreams
But he said he had a schedule, and he could not wait
He reached out his hand, and asked me to follow him
I resisted his pull, and clung to my life
I told him I was scared, and I did not want to die
But he said death was inevitable, and everyone had to go
He said it was not so bad, and he would show me the way
I cried and pleaded, and hoped for a miracle
But he said it was no use, and he had a job to do
He said he was sorry, but he had no choice
He said it was time to go, and he dragged me out the door.
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Poetry about Life
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