Caren Krutsinger Poet Dramatic Monologue

We Are Pawns

Nothing is permanent.
Death proves that
In a glaring way
With no apology
Or heartfelt concern for us

She does not creep.
She pounces with a mighty mouth
Devouring our loved ones 
Suddenly
And completely

No matter how much we think we are ready
We are not
Death is a reminder
We are not in charge
And we had better enjoy every moment
We can while we still have it.

We are pawns in a game
Where rules are bent,
Crushed,
Broken 
And
Smashed.

Death.

Nothing like her.

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Ann Gilmour December 27, 2019 at 8:12 PM I can really relate to her with your poetic words and yes she really is scary and will get us all in the end. With love and kind thoughts Ann xx Caren Krutsinger December 27, 2019 at 11:28 PM My mother is suffering right now, and in Stage 4 of bone cancer, so this was an easy write for me.