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The Reaper

The Angel walks in,

the Reaper,

my departure,

of my life,

my soul,

my everything.

His searing cackle,

then, blackness.

As i wake,

I am surrounded by love,

warmth,

hope,

and dreams.

I stand up,

only to realize,

it has been a huge lie.

The pain starts to eat at my flesh,

fire,

melting and burning,

my skin,

my soul.

I close my eyes,

as it all slips away in an instant.

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  • Summer Dawn
    July 25, 2008

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    i think this is your best poem so far. it is deep and offers more to the reader. it also provides sound and activity to the reader as well. this is your best so far. keep up this kind of creativity in your writing and you will go further in the long run. open your mind and expand your vocab and it will help also. reading others poetry helps immensely as well.