SONNET TO DEATH
It comes unexpectedly
And coldly snatches its victim
Is death her or him?
Creeping steadily
And plucking both ripe and unripe humans
Leaving emptiness
In the heart of humans
Oh, bleak darkness!
In you is no iota of goodness
I rue the day you came to being
The day the universe conceived you
The day humans dread
And despite all, you remain inevitable!!
Inevitably destructive.
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