Death

death when it is a thief
runs away with our hearts
throw hope in a freezer
we are left in a vacuum of time
in a second that would take
a whole lifetime to fill
worms wriggle away every bit
of the dreams we have had
they leave no scrap behind
our pain is laid bare like skeletons

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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