A millionaire on a sleeping pill
A farmer hangs for due bills
The lover cut her hand slit
The father jumped for all his sins
I see a lady in the I.C.U
Smiling through the painful adieu.
The rich, the poor, the mediocres
Nobody’s spared from the moment’s curse
But what is she who still thrives to live?
Of moments and curses till life gives in.
Maybe a life earned and a death met
Maybe a woman on her dying best.
Thank you for reading.
Never let the words fall short! ☺