A Nihilistic Death

A Nihilistic Death

A Poem by Samantha ~virginpoet
"

a response to A Nihilistic Life by Luke Ritta

"
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"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 ~virginpoet


Author's Note

Samantha ~virginpoet
This was inspired by "A Nihilistic Life" by Luke Ritta
please read and review his work hes brilliant
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Lukebeatnik/803742/

Some of us never want to pay the reaper
while others cant pay him fast enough
and some never stood a chance
he reaped them
before they had time
to pay with

Be sure to look at the main pic its horrifically awesome



Reviews

It's a good poem don't get me wrong. I didn't like how you're kinda in a way blaming the reaper himself. Eh I just have some different views about him is all.

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow so amazing

Posted 12 Years Ago


This began captivating and light hearted...became...shocking...upsetting...thought provoking...challenging Thankyou for this amazing write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love this poem.....love the lines (She could have discovered
a cure for Cancer....Or written the greatest American novel)
thank you so much for reading my work...I am happy you enjoy it.
well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


So many babies are left in the streets by woman who cannot take care of them. Sad part all they need to do is take the poor baby to the Fire Department. The story was direct and hard. Death take what is needed. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Posted 12 Years Ago


A pointed and required taste as some reders will tell you, however for me the piece screams of the times gone by, when macbre were the only times one could be seen in public, well written, ag reat read.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


I must say your writing is Pure Genius! You took me on a tour, through the Reaper's eyes- "collecting unpaid debt"... and wowed me with twists and turns. This tale of tragedy is an eye-opener.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


Well done, I really enjoyed this-as I do all your writes. c:

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 12 Years Ago



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