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The Grim Reaper

I am your escort

By Mark Stigers Published about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read

When it is your time,

I come for you.

Relax, it will be fine,

there’s nothing you can do.

I take no bribes,

I show no favor,

I tell no lies,

I never waver.

What you’ve done does not matter;

Your deeds will not last.

I come for souls to gather,

once their life has passed.

I am your escort

To the great beyond.

While where we go is no resort,

It’s rest once life is gone

In death, you are all equal.

You should have no fear of me.

It is not I that is lethal,

I just do what must be.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Mark Stigers

One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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  • Mariann Carrollabout a year ago

    I enjoy getting to the Grimm Ripper in your poem. Nicely done.

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