A million people are screaming,
But none of them are heard.
Blood is pouring from veins,
Without a way to stem the flow.
Death is taking his victims,
While the rest of us live blindly,
Spared only by the smallest things.
The path never walked upon,
The assailant narrowly missed,
The plane not taken,
The pills never swallowed,
The virus not inhaled,
The car swerving at the last minute,
The blaze never started,
The gun that misfired,
The bullet never reaching its target...
We are all wandering around in a state of complete, blissful oblivion,
Waiting for the day our time runs out.
Until we finally fall.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
