by Holden Potter

Created on: December 11, 2008

The Return of the Grim Reaper

...and that's when I saw him:

The Reaper, first name Grim.

He approached me with a smile.

I hadn't seen him in a while.

He waved his hand and greeted me

In that friendly Reaper style.

He said: "my friend, it's been too long."

I said: "sorry, I must move along."

He replied: "sorry, but this stay I must prolong.

So correct me if I'm wrong

"You used to be quite happy, but there was a change in tide.

You lost your self-assurance and lost your sense of pride.

Nothing seemed to cure your vicious pain inside.

Nobody would respect you, instead they only chide.

But it wasn't all as bad as I may have just implied-

You had friends with whom you would confide.

But when they betrayed you, you had nowhere left to hide.

So you wondered:

Well, maybe if I died

Every day I told you about the relief of suicide

You considered the option, but still never complied.

You said you were miserable- had you lied?

Life or death: which do you decide?"

I stared hard at the Reaper- his eyes I could not see

I told him: "Grim, I want you to listen to me.

Life is not always filled with glee,

But that doesn't mean I can't try to be happy,

And I can still be who I want to be.

So if I should wake before I die, don't kill me.

Now get the f* away from me."

It was a command, not a plea.

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