Grim! Are You The Reaper? Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Grim! Are You The Reaper?



Grim! Are you the Reaper?
It's funny! I always felt I'd die in my young age; it's poetic really, how sometimes I think I can see death beckoning, silly.
It's uncanny! How I always never wrote enough to spill over to the next page; I must be Achilles, how this poetry has always been my heel really.
To write everything I have known about life and to write everything about my life; honestly, who'd have ever thought a pen could have so much power, as to write life?
It's evident that even if I were to kick the proverbial bucket today, somehow I'd still be alive and whatever memories my dears and I shared, somehow would still survive.
As I endeavor to let the cat out of the hat, I must warn you; I am no magician! Just a guy who's tired of spinning the yarn and hopes you'd decipher the cryptic message out of this poetic rendition.
It's funny! I always thought I'd live to see myself turn sixty; perhpas when this glioma is revealed to no longer be an anonymity, maybe then I'd even have a chance to shake hands with fifty; but for now, everything else is grim as we await patiently for the Reaper and my only prayer is that this mustn't be the last poem I'd ever have to scribble in the midst of many...
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Grim! Are You The Reaper?
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death,love and life,pain
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