Death

Death what a scary term.
When we hear it we try to act so firm.
It is unpredictable and comes out of nowhere.
It seems never to be just nor fair.
It takes the infants and the young.
The one’s who have not fully grown and just sprung.
It breaks them down and takes their health.
Than the rich who are so consumed by their wealth.
The poor who have nothing for the taking.
Who are miserable and aching.
However, death is never bias for it takes the rest.
It seems to be on a long life quest.
To me death is like a bitter sweet friend.
That always gets the better of me in the end.
It creeps in and takes my loved ones.
Come back whenever I think it is done.
Death has done me wrong and stole my Tyrone.
Now it feels like my heart is made of stone.
If only I could travel back I would have made a clone.
Someone to love and call my very own.
However it is too late now.
I have no choice but to let him go.
Just like I let Ummahan, Maria and Moe.

"Twisted Elegance"

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