I Saw the Reaper
close to death
I see myself
arising like a bread
bloated blue
floundering, too
not knowing what to do
so dizzy, so weak
there's nothing I seek
but the reaper
and his scythe
I won't say good-bye
I fight the end off
soft lies the pain
part of me of is in the grave
the other half fights very brave
I hear them whisper
I hear them joke
the needles poke my skin
I win, I live
I see Spring again
I do not fear what lies ahead
someday upon my own death bed
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Author:
diamonddagger (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I recently came very close to death and I felt I should write about it while it was fresh in my mind.
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Comments2
well expressed and quite profound in your realization that you do not fear what you have already faced and came out the winner. well done!
Hello Diamond, Very profound poem. I almost lost my life a few years ago so I can relate to you very well I also f ound that after my experience I no longer fear the end of this life. Hope you are feeling better, soki
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