Poem #19

i’ve seen more dead bodies
than a mortician.
it wasn’t by coincidence or accident,
people die everyday,
losing a loved one is not foreign to me.
i’ve lost too many people that are
close to me.
death no longer surprises me,
especially when i’ve wanted nothing
more than to great death myself.
shake them firmly by the hand so i
can reunite with the ones who have
gone before me.
death isn’t ready for me, i know that.
until then death continues to steal
people from me, it isn’t fair,
i try to stop it but its out
of my control.
death is cunning, they’ll never stop.

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