Something so untamed, so unfair
Taken in the blink of an eye
Some call it a game, just playing away while it passes them by
None give it the fear it deserves
We are only here for the time we’ve been served
Yet not a single one received a sentence
No judge nor jury, let alone peers
All the while believing we could make a difference
See, we all play the waiting game unwittingly
Unwillingly torn away before our time
I look out at it the vast Blackness and I can’t help but wonder is this all there is?
Is this all there was, all there ever will be?
Then I smile and think maybe now he’s finally free
© 2018 Shavon Taylor 🍀CloversAllOver🍀