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Guise

Death comes in many forms.
We know this, but still act surprised
When it comes for the love we took
For granted all those years.
It won’t stop the burning, inevitable tears,
Nor will it ever make sense
When we roll it over in in our minds,
Desperate for logic
In heartbreaking times.
Give in and give way.
It comes for us all
With emotion or knife
As the weapon of choice.
If you escape with your life,
It was just a small death.
Rest assured, the real one is coming
So don’t hold your breath.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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