Siobhan M Whelan- The Reaper
Trumpet the arrival of your being
hidden within the cracks & crevasses
of torment and vacuity
Your silence deafening, allowing breath
no ease when faced with you
Icy cries of aloof disregard
personified, so cold and harsh
I fear the closeness of your hatred
you plant with seeds of anger
Release me from the substance
of your malignity
I long to fly but my wings
are clipped with fear
No face you show,
the warmth in me bled dry
Withering with a disturbing calm
I reach towards the sky
beseeching forgiveness
I give my last breath
weeping for serenity
ManicWorld Magazine 