Death

It tried to show it's pretty ugly mirage.

It came unannounced, yet prepared,

To bag yet victim who's life

Didn't seem to matter anymore.



Death came quietly.

Wrapped in white hospital sheets,

Clear perfect views, with consistent pains from

Heartaches we never talk about, and endless

Junk to forget things that should always be

Left in the dark.



Death came with an accommodation,

To sooth the pain from my dying limps,

To quiet my raging echoes of him in my mind,

And the lingering aftermath of what he left behind.



Death...