Why shiver when He calls?
Why cry when He reaches His hands to take?
Why grieve when they aren't really gone?
Let me whisper you a little secret that I learnt the other day,
You know, I mean that same day my mom passed away,
-I saw that morbid man-He touched and crippled my hand
He told me that He wasn't the end,
That there was light just around that bend,
Then this perceived giver of nothing,
Told me himself, that He-
-He was just the bad news carrier,
A lonely misunderstood fella.
A/n
Hey guys!! I hope you enjoyed this poem, I must add that this was written in a point in my life when I lost someone to death and I feared him from a long while. That was until I realized that there was nothing to fear. Enjoy guys!!
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