if there was anything in this world i could be,
the grim reaper i would choose to be.
not really a nice choice, some would say
but spending the last few days,
i've realized there's nothing else i'd rather be,
if it would let you stay with me,
and if i'm the reaper of deaths
then at least, all of my next breaths
will be taken in the same air as you
even if that would mean taking away other lives too!
but even then,
at least i'll have you to cry about it with
because you're gone now and i
haven't yet howled about us, a bit,
for when i do, i might break
and i can't go down that dark road, for my own sake,
and i know it is horrible, what i'm about to say on
but the only person who could save me from this darkness is now gone
and i wish you were here but since you're not,
i wish i had feelings i could but ignore
because although i know
that someday, sooner or later,
i'll be with you even if right now is so much harder
since eventually, we're all gonna go
and end up stuck in the same dead ho'e,
but if i could, i'd still rather collect all of the breaths i have left
and give them in exchange to have you back.
sadly though, since that's not happening,
i have to stay here and start counting
all that we had,
all of the blessings and memories from where you were here,
except you know, if i was the grim reaper,
then in addition to our memories
we'd have time and place to make new stories
together,
always and forever
and although i'd have gruesome tasks to do,
at least i'd have the strength and time to be with you.
so let me say this again today
even though you've already gone away:
if there was anything in this world i could be,
the grim reaper i would choose to be.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
