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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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