Death is not a joke for the living.
It is an unfortunate grace
placed upon every human.
I watched my uncle slowly disappear. Until his last breathe.
His last thump of a heart.
He couldn't even say his name
As we promised to never forget
No words were spoken after Everything was deathly silent
but we knew he would no longer be here.
He was still the man he was
But not the man I remembered.
That was one of the only times I seen my dad in tears.
He was not the only brother lost but the fourth.
One of them were lost on Christmas Day.
The other two poisoned their liver
Irony is it that the ones who want life had no choice in death, but others who don't want life have choice in death.
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Under The Bark
PoetryHere is a few poems that I have written.Some of them are decent some of them are not so much
