The reaper

The reaper

A Poem by Menna Helmy
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I thought about why the grim reaper is grim, and I ended up with this. Please share your thoughts and critiques with me. 😄

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A black robe on parchment bones, 
A sharp blade to reap the souls. 
It's the bony skeleton of Death, 
Known as the reaper in a grim myth. 
But how can this be more unfair? 
Who's got more bleakness to spare? 
Why symbolize the journey of a soul, 
With mere bones and the color of coal? 
Why indeed? How can that be said? 
If you ask me what I'd prefer instead, 
Is a jaded silk shawl on ivory skin,
That reflects the immortal soul within.
A journey to the eternal paradise, 
Where no more sufferings, no more demise. 
A hand that guides you to the promised land, 
Where fortunes to be described are too grand.
And a life too long that the world just seems, 
As a moment passed by in some night dreams.

© 2019 Menna Helmy


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Added on October 17, 2019
Last Updated on October 17, 2019
Tags: Death, grim reaper, paradise, afterlife, philosophical

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Menna Helmy
Menna Helmy

Cairo, Egypt



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