A Nihilistic DeathA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoeta response to A Nihilistic Life by Luke Ritta
Previous Version This is a previous version of A Nihilistic Death. "Some of us never want to pay the Reaper" But Each of us Owes a Death The Reaper quietly or boldly however the case comes knocking to collect his rent ((((Knock)))) ((((Knock)))) ((((Knock)))) Who could that be? Why Im not expecting any company! Swings door open Boney finger pointing at you advancing closer and closer You cower in the corner Oh NO!! you cry falling to your knees voice in your head Times up old man Time to pay the piper "No it cant be my time, You've got the wrong guy I'm not done saving" I'm sorry Mr. death I'm broke give me a little more time I promise to have it next month on the 30th of September ☠☠☠ "While others cant pay him fast enough" A hedonistic Man lives a wild and crazy life Sex, Drugs and all the Booze he can drown in Depression and Sorrow ever pressing down Beaten Bloody He gives up the fight he wants to die So he gos knocking at the Reapers door on the 30th of September ((((Knock)))) ((((Knock)))) ((((Knock)))) Why Come on in Sir you've made my job so much easier ☠☠☠ "And some never stood a chance he reaped them before they had time to pay with" Addicted at 28 Meth head mother was a hooker lover Gave herself for a deathly habit Caught many men with her bait Dangling sex like a porn-star baby Like she had a twat of gold cumming beer tap gushing Budweiser Belly growing movement stirs Impregnated by only God knows who? Says F**k off!!! You I Don't care Its my body Im gonna live my life how ever the hell I want! Labor pains (((Push))) (((Push))) (((Push))) Thrown away Found in a dumpster 20 minutes later Beautiful Baby girl eyes so blue a sadness hue Born to early strung out on mammas addiction (((Struggle))) (((Struggle))) (((struggle))) Gasping Cant breathe lungs underdeveloped got a hole in her poor little heart Cried tears of blood stumps the docs in the ICU Mama never held her She never felt the touch of skin tenderly caressing new born life Hooked on to many machines Died fighting two weeks later on the 30th of September Held all the poetical a new life promises She could have discovered a cure for Cancer Or written the greatest American novel But we'll never know why God chose to reap her By Samantha Campbell © 2011 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's Note
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Added on October 28, 2011Last Updated on October 28, 2011 Tags: death Previous Versions AuthorSamantha ~virginpoetOHAboutHAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo The Poe-t I cant sleep without kno.. more..Writing
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