This is a poem I wrote. Please enjoy.


Demise

The sword is hanging,

Overhead,

And when it falls,

We shall all be dead.

x

It is not a matter of if,

But when.

Our demise,

Is imminent.

x

So we shall wait,

As the blade sways,

Back and forth,

Teasing.

x

And then,

At the very last moment,

As the world awaits with bated breath,

For just a second,

It stalls,

A collective sigh of relief is breathed.

x

And then,

It falls.


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