The Lair
We are stalked in life from the time we take our first gasping scream at birth Until… that final death rattle Death is always there stalking us… waiting… to take us to its lair for the final trip For some… It is sudden and unexpected… Others… a lingering… counting the final hours to the end But… The saddest… most tragic… are newborns given only a brief moment in time until death comes creeping from its lair to steal their breath before they are allowed to give their mark in time Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie The past two days have been a series of tragic events in the lives of people I care for deeply. Their sadness, pain and hurt are in my heart and on my mind…such is the life of a poet.
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