The Day Of Dying
The eerie thing is
The day of your dying
Will be a normal day
You may need to clear your head
You step out, saying bye to your wife
And just like that.
Or maybe you're travelling back to your mom
And the car in front of you losing a tyre
Killing you and others
Having a normal day so far
Or maybe you will be used to the cancer
Because till then, it was always a normal day of pain
Or maybe you go out to lunch
And you swallow wrong on a date
Or maybe you are old and expecting
But it still catches you off guard.
Or maybe you planned it all
But still, you will lack the faith
We all die the same deaths suddenly
At least to our perspective
Copyright © Moses Sichach | Year Posted 2024
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