Grim Reaper

By Nishtha Mishra

When she calls out for my name,

I find myself obligated, tormented and tamed.

Her voice is like honey,

But her desires aren’t sweet.

She stands in the darkness,

She never ever sleeps.

She stays by my side all long night,

She tells me to follow her, but I deny.

She stands beside me while I soundly sleep,

She is my grim reaper, she never leaves.

I lay down here judged by those eyes that stare,

She tells me I’m not good enough, that for this life I shouldn’t care.

She brings me so close to accepting her request,

But somehow I manage to back down from the crest.

She loves me on the days that I get weaker,

She wears a black robe, my lady grim reaper.

By Nishtha Mishra