Reaper's Questions

Why would you stay when you could leave?
Why would you be blind when the world can see?
Why would you pay when it's all for free?
Why would you rejoice when you can grieve?

Do they shackle you?
Do they cage your spirit,
And bind your mind?
Do they lock up your desires
And teach your emotions to die?

When do you want to cease to be?
When do you want to rest for eternity?
When would you like to say goodbye?
When would your soul like to fly?

Tell me,and I shall see.
Tell me,and I will try.
Tell me,and I will break your cage
And allow you to run free, and freely die.

Your prison is made up of you
Its walls are made up of them
But,my dear,when the door is open,
Why,o why would you stay?

Comments

  1. Unknown16 September 2016 at 10:03

    Excellent words, big thing made to understand in simplest way. God bless u. Proud of u. Take care

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    1. Anu_Venu17 September 2016 at 14:59

      Thank you so much aunty! It really means a lot. :)

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