GONE TOO SOON

Amon

People are born everyday

born preys of the ever roaring mighty lion

everyone is locked under the inescapable room

the room without an emergency exit

the beast makes sure none finds the way out

insatiably devouring all of them

one after the other

sometimes in doubles, and dozens

then more and more are born

that the beast gets more fat and stronger

young, old, ugly, black, white, rich poor

everyone on the waiting least

nobody knows when he tours

 but when he roars, the mark is visible

five bold letters of flaming fire

'DEATH'

upon his departure it's horror all round

people uncontrollably crying, weeping, screaming, mourning

it's another life lost

but you are surely next

people will be holding hands with a slogan

"GONE TOO SOON"

you will be gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Amon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2020 06:05
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 51
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Smartly written. Have a Happy Holiday

    • Amon

      Appreciated sir Jerry

    • L. B. Mek

      such an impassioned write,
      Happy Holidays

      • Amon

        Thanks Mek



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