Monday, October 5, 2020

Poem About The Emotions of Death

 

Sometimes it announces itself, sometimes it doesn't. 

Sometimes it barges in and ravages through our lives, taking the one it came for.

Sometimes it takes a life that's that hasn't truly lived.

Sometimes we wait, we watch, we hold our breath as it circles our perimeters.

Sometimes it enters quietly, it's presence felt.

Sometimes it's dreaded as the void in our heart has yet to be filled.

Sometimes it's welcomed as it will open the door for eternal life.

When death comes it always it leaves a hole. A loss. A wound.

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