Poetry

DEATH

DEATH

Quietly waiting, wondering.
When will it come?
When will it go?

Pain or peace?
Heaven or hell?

It creeps up upon the old ones
and sometimes the young,
but with every life it takes
another’s just begun.


Originally published in Palabras Spring & Fall 2006

Alana Kruger

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