Quick … Loss
Exert
Loss and death are as quick as breath.
Run and hide trying to evade its breadth.
I look upon its specter as I hold my breath.
Loss and death are as old as millenia.
Run and hide, as time is never vanilla,
But a manila cover in which to hide sista.
Loss and death are as varied as a bow.
Run and hide, and never stay in a row,
That keeps you stuck in a silent blow. …
©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetess and author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 