124th Poem: Death

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Somehow, 

I keep feeling the deaths.


It's never been very personal,

and I know people die everyday,

just like the main siblings in my family,

all my great aunts and uncles,

that have passed or are slowly dying out.


I didn't know many of them,

but death tried to knock on their doors 

as cancerous cells built up in their bodies

and either slowly wore their bodies down or ended their lives. 


Seems like a relative or two passes away

like an annual flower, 

like a seasonal plague to take them away. 


There were fifteen, 

now I believe there are seven. 


My dad's mom's side of the family seems 

to be dropping like flies, 

and even still, 

on his dad's side,

my grandpa is dying. 



A/N

I wrote this earlier in May and never published it.. my grandpa passed on Friday May 18, 2018. It was also supposed to include stuff about how my friend's lost one of their own grandparents earlier this year, but I don't even know how to finish this so I am not going to.

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