Mourning

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It doesn't happen all of a sudden,
No!
It comes at the least expected time.
It breaks you,
Exhausts you.
Makes you quiver.

You are in tears,
Unaware.
It trickles down your eyes.
Like a funambulist in the air,
Suspended.

This fear has grown within you.
You have birthed it,
Like a mother, their child,
The fear,
Buried in the abyss of your soul, 
Has now outgrown you.


You see it,
Face-to-face.
Two minutes.
That's all you get,
To say goodbye.
Two minutes.
That's it.
Till you drown in silence,
Forever.



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