Source:  We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

The Lair

We are stalked in life
from the time we take
our first gasping scream
at birth
that final death rattle
Death is always there
stalking us…
to take us to its
lair for the final trip
For some…
It is sudden and
a lingering…
counting the final
hours to the end
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 Poetry
Always…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.