Soon Not to Be

by vermismeridiem

The palpable

Premonitions—

Hardened, Stubborn

Lumps

Underneath the skin—

 

Foretell of imminent,

Painful,

Yet gradual

Decease;

 

The Worst

Of its kind—

Like a daytime Nightmare,

Hunting me

So I shall never

Sleep.

 

Who knew

Death

Was so Unapologetically

Mischievous?

 

King of the

Darkest humor,

You leave me

Speechless;

 

Foreshadowing my

Cease-to-be

With such Irony;

Inflicting

Fear and Sadness

So Immense,

 

All the while

Having convinced me

That you are

Funny.

 

What does a creature

So small

Do,

Facing a Force

Grand

Beyond comprehension?

 

I joke back

And Live this

Day

Like

Any

Other

Day,

 

But without

A minute of

Complaint.

 

 

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