Vapor

May 10, 2013

Six feet under, Such a small number to be down, where the sins of the world are kept, in the graves of the dead that were condemned. I cry out "why!" and then realize, Life is but a mere Vapor, in the eyes of Eternity.

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Kendall HuntMay 10, 2013

My father was diagnosed with Prostate cancer, I created this poem, unknowingly, as a coping mechanism during his treatment "Low." Through writing this poem, I came to terms that everything happens for a reason and what will be will be; Que Sera, Sera.