Jennifer English

Rescue The Reaper

I sit here crying,
confusion at a siblings outburst is the culprit.
Why am I blamed for anothers sabotage?
I haven't done anything.

Even my own room isn't a comfort,
it's to close to them.
How do friends cope being near me,
I'm such a reck.

I can't control the tears
or the sobs at questions and allegations.
Is it my time to die yet?
Will this agony of untrust never end?

I need a saviour,
but I can't ask anyone.
I walk away from people who care,
I'm too messed up; I don't want to mess up others lives.

Who'll rescue me from myself?
Death won't come; I've moved on from that part of me.
Reaper where are you?
Will you please steal me from this hell.

Poem Submitted: Friday, February 6, 2009

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Comments about Rescue The Reaper by Jennifer English

  • quercus : I've never got paid for my hits... (2/6/2009 6:13:00 PM)

    Good write... I know how it feels to be accused of things you've never said and done... some people just love putting the mask on and playing their part while they pretend others just to distroy their public image... tricky game, isn't it...
    Stay away from on line 'friends' no one...

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