Hello Grim

The most feared being

The inevitable one

You whom light trembles at

And darkness adores;

Grim. 

He comes when the clock is done.

And your time is come.

Ranging from as short as a minute,

To a hundred years.

He is sure to come.

You only pray he loves you,

to take you early

Or despises you

To keep you in this hell of earth.

When he comes we are never sure

Lucky ones see his smile

Fearless ones, eager for an embrace.

I'm neither lucky or fearless

I anticipate, constantly wondering when it will be

When shall he lay with me?

Steal my breath with a kiss?

I shall go to bed hoping he isn't in my dreams

So I wake grateful for another day

Glad for one more day

One more day to be better

One more day to be good

One more day to say I love you. 

Nkem Oyaghire