Quiet murder,
Churchbells clanging.
Suicide,
Pills or hanging?
Cancer cells that spread like weeds,
Tears that fall in perfect beads.
Drowning, Shooting, Auto crash,
Old age, Stabbing, Family clash.
Though each is spoken, one is heard
In the end, they're the same word;
Death
Death
Death
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My Poems
PoetryJust a series of poems and random thoughts that I want to share with someone
