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🍀