The clock ticks
And unplugs
The fuse to
Moments
Nows and nouns
That created muse
Leaving me lonely
In the dark,
Vacuum fills
My soul
Digging deep
Darks holes
Drowning me
In my tears
With a lot of beer
Down my throat…
Trying to
Figure out
Possible
Ways through
To bypass
The sadness
And the hand of death
From striking…
How I wish
I could freeze
Its breeze from
Blowing
And sweeping
Away family and
Those I care.
But we can
Only shift
May be think
How to
Substitute
Death we can not cheat
At the end.
Powerful and impactful.
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Yea, we can’t cheat death, can we?
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