re wrote The Reaper

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    re wrote The Reaper

    Dark whispers lurking, night
    Shadows surround me
    Cool breeze hits my face
    Who’s there?
    Sharp tendrils creep around me
    spine prickles,goose bumps flare
    Who are you?
    What do you want?
    Sharp pain, pools of scarlet dripped
    It grabbed my soul
    It had come to take me away.
    The reaper

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    BrittKun’s Poems (60)

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    Heart Hurts 0
    Reflection 1
    Flower 1
    My Sun 0
    Fragile Beauty 0
    Dark whispers 0
    Primal fear 0
    Snow Angel 0
    Can't Get Clean 0
    Put My Gloves Away 0
    Smoldering Flames 0
    Cold here 0
    Beauty Crumbles 0
    Beastly Beauty 0
    Untiled1 0
    Untiled 0
    Fire 0
    You 0
    Static Noise 0
    Burn 1
    Void Love 0
    Black Heart 0
    Stone 0
    clouds 0
    Rain Kisses 1
    illusion of Wealth 0
    re wrote The Reaper 0
    The Mental Hospital 0
    Elements 0
    Who am I? 0
    I can’t believe you’re gone 0
    Haiku #3 3
    Haiku #2 2
    Haiku #1 2
    Stripped 7
    Mother Dear 6
    Tissues 3
    Mom 9
    Peace 3
    Falling 4
    The clock is ticking 3
    the river 15
    Spotlight 5
    Stromy Day 4
    Lifeless 6
    Alone 7
    Numb 4
    Bulimic 3
    The place 5
    Scarred 3
    My Metropolis 3
    My Hope 4
    Why 2
    The reaper 4
    myth 4
    I remember 5
    The morning 3
    Whispers 9
    Feelings of love 3
    Animalistic 4