Looming Death
Death knocks on our door
A mere courtesy
Needs no permission
Offers no reprieve
Nor grants extension
Quaking in fear
Feeling helpless
We pause the cause
Of contraction
No regrets
No goodbyes
We move on
Light smile
Detached
Void
08-October-2020
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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