DEATH IT CREEPS SLOWLY UPON US MASKED IN A UNIQUE ARRAY OF DISPLAY IT HAUNTS OUR EVERYDAY ACTIVITIES LIKE A NEVER CEASING MEMORY OF UNPLEATNESS IT NEVER LEAVES US ALONE IT IS THERE IN THE BACK OF OUR MINDS EACH AND EVERYDAY WE SLEEP KNOWING IT COULD BE OUR LAST WE TAKE FOR GRANTED THE ONES WE LOVE AND TREAT THEM LIKE YESTERDAY’S LEFTOVERS JUST TO HAVE THEM PULLED OUT OF OUR GRASP NEVER TO BE HELD AGAIN YET WE ARE STILL AMAZED AT THE SEEMINLY SHORT EXISTENCE OF OUR PUNY LITTLTE LIVES WHY DID THEY HAVE TO GO SO YOUNG HOW COME WE COULDN’T HAVE JUST ONE MORE DAY I NEEDED MORE TIME WELL WE DON’T ALWAYS GET WHAT WE WANT DO WE PEOPLE DIE THEY LEAVE OUR LIVES AND IF WE ARE LUCKY THEY RETURN TO OUR LIVES IN THE HEREAFTER
By: RLPrice
Category: Poetry - Free Verse
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