Millennial Poetry. Vol. I

8. the reaper

I won't spend today
trying not to die
I'll simply call the reaper
because I feel I've had enough

I know death is a bad Farmer
always collecting unripe fruit
that's why I never prevent Him
I only invite him

if life was hard
death must be easier
the dead are too asleep to care
too relieved to feel the pain
too suffisant to admit regret

don't cry for my life I ended
only be consciously reminded
of the brevity of your life
one you're dying just to Live
just another unripe fruit
waiting for the bad reaper

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