Reaper

I don't understand you,
All the irrational choices,
They plague you,
Yet you cling to them as if they are a life raft.

All they do,
Is drag you down,
You are drowning,
Almost under,
You cling on,

Deep breath,
No return,
Not for you,
Not this time.

The reaper holds you,
In the palm of her hand,
You snuggle closer,
Oblivious to the ride.

Copyright © 2017 MK AC Nevin-CrooksLove Life Poetry29 July 2017