time takes
the best of us
no matter how loud we cry
or scream
or wail
death comes knocking
on that worn down door
calling out "anyone in there?"
again
and again
and again
until the only thing death
can come knocking for
is the dust on the bookshelf
and the sheet music on the piano
YOU ARE READING
poems for peace
Poésielet's take a moment and write for all the thoughts i have in my head ••• copyright 2018 by meteoritee all rights reserved
