Reaper Man

by Last Angel   Jun 22, 2006


In the beginning he floats shapeless
Before eyes are split open to see him
Far from sight, though far from helpless

He shows no mercy and yields for none
It's not his place to change the course
Just to take you when your hour's done

They cry to him that they're not ready
He does not heed, he cannot falter
They must step off, the waters steady

Being called for is rare to him
An experience drawing more frequent
But still a sorrow disturbingly grim

Some hold on to the bitter-sweet end
Until the last ounce of strength has left their frame
They've been waiting, preparing and he's embraced as a friend

Taken away, as the wind takes the sail
The pleading still grates at him, it never softens
He is the eternal repo-man and he will prevail

He shows no mercy, yields for none
It's not his place to change the course
Free to rest with the final setting sun.

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  • 17 years ago

    by SuperJenius

    Tainted kinda took the words out of my mouth.
    this poem is really good, it doesn't seem like you're "new to this creativity thing" , it seems as if you have been doing this for a while .
    you should try writing the reaper's side of the story
    OR
    maybe i can do it, i think i'll attempt to write one from his side
    keep writing
    ~HazE

  • 17 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    That was a pretty cool poem. I liked how you wrote the different feelings people have about deal, and how the reaper can not afford to take sides, or serve any perpose except the continuing stream of time. This poem made me interested in writing or reading a poem written in the reaper's point of view about his task in life, and what he has to do. It is a lonely job, but that poem could go in a number of different ways. This was a mos interesting read.

    -Tainted

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