There will
be no time
to slowly
savour
what is
being lost,
no prolonged
goodbyes.
All will
end in one moment
of regretful words
piercing your being.
Suddenly,
what was
is gone,
an open
grave
across existence,
waiting the funeral
of life that was.
09.11.2022
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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