Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(0 votes)

You must login to vote

When she was on her death bed.
When the grim Reaper had been knocking on her door.
I weeped like the April showers
As my armour turned into marshmallow
But it wasnt a knock for him wanting to enter
It was his way of reminder
'Remember me O people' he said
'im only very near'
Months have past
and we have realised
that her journey to the other
is very very near.

Related Items


The following comments are for "The Reaper"
by Broken

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.