We humans are a broken sort
Searching in all the wrong places
When someone close to us dies
We seek a meaning
That can only be found
In life
And obsess over the loss
So much
That it changes the meaning
Of death.
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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Ah death. Elusive topic but inevitable.