Ever have one of those times,
when you just had to write?
The world just stopped spinning,
and nothing seems right.
You sit there,
and think this is just some joke,
some cruel and unfunny joke,
and there was no joker to tell,
just this unforgiving reality.
This doesn't make sense,
nothing does at the moment,
when life is given so quickly,
and taken away in the same
breath.
I can't wrap my head,
around this affliction
called death,
the overrated prophecy,
that happened all to soon.
When we don't get to tell the stories,
and remember in past tense,
what is all left is this
emotional mess.
What we think know,
is still unknown,
contary to all beliefs,
I'm still not sure what
happens after death.
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Submission Name: For an angel. For Hunter. 
