Treasure Island

Triauna Hall

(April 21 / Maryland)

Death


Death is a permanent absence in life
It’s the moment we completely lose it
Death is something we usually have to fight
It’s something that never tends to ever quit
Death is our opponent that never fails to win
It’s that moment we begin to lose a sense
Death is determined by our actions and sin
It’s sometimes needed at certain expense
Death is peaceful, something we don’t see
It’s often wanted from those too weak
Death is waiting for you and for me
Its reality, some just dare not to speak
Death is seeking lives every single day
It’s a mystery, well known differently
Death is usually standing in people’s way
It’s mostly just unexpected incidentally
Life is taken for granted by quite a few
It’s something people tend to neglect
Life is temporary, and then it’s gone out the blue
It’s not fair, I mean, What did you expect?

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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