Death Steals

bhorner23

My kid seen death before it's birth From his mothers stomach to a body bag
Once in awhile I'll pull out his first shirt
Orlando magic Shaq jersey
Tags still hanging from it
Their was no reason why
My first try would be my last try
20 years has went by
No second chance for a offspring
Still no reason why
Look around and see these men running from they child
Fold it and put it away as I think
Death always takes more then 1 life

My father lived16 years after he died
Passing 2016 September 6th
Buried my mom on a Saturday
5 days into the year 2000
First time I seen 2 hearts become 1
First time i realized that love can cause so much pain
Cancer took their life
I say their cause death took more then my mom that January night

2 kids found humor in pushing down old people as they slowly walked along
Come running by with a hard shove
Bruises ,scrapes and a few broken hips was the outcome
Untill New Year's Eve
They ran up on their 3rd victim of the night
Then things went wrong
They got shook and panicked
Route to escape got shut off
1 went right
My nephew started to sprint turning left
Lynx driver had no time
2 hours shy of his 14th birthday
He lost his race with death
I'm not sure how long the driver stayed and cried that night
But I know he took his life the day before my brother in law ended his

Death
Always to soon
Always at a bad time
Never gives and always takes more then just one

  • Author: bhorner23 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2017 02:09
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • Fay Slimm.

    Such a vivid account of death's unforgiving power in this heart- wrenching read. The enemy that takes more than one as the final line states makes a powerful end to this well writen verse.

    • bhorner23

      Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it. I'm glad you liked it.



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