Death's Destiny of Doom
Depriving me of the guidance I needed to grow up, father's departure was the closest that death came to me. Ten years later, he came and took away my grandmother, the absolute dearest to my heart, but death never cared. He was ruthless, terrorizing, never ceasing to wreck and ruin, and although death ceased for a twenty-five year period, he came again, squizzing life out of my loving mother. O dark and mysterious one, you delight in the gloom. O stinging monster, have you no pause, rest, or stillness? O despiser of tranquility, your eternal doom shall surely come.
01152019PoSoupContest, 10 Lines, 10 Words, Free Verse, Lu Loo Theme: Death
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2019
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