I did not want to hear it,
even though I would come one day.
So I feel angry and upset,
yet no one is there to be upset at.
You are my friend- a good one -
yet you are dying,
and I feel lost and adrift.
I want to lash out,
but Death feels nothing; it just takes.
Soon it will take you,
you who I care for because you
have helped me through my life's journey.
Hence, I will help you to the end.
I will carry you within me;
however, now, I feel like hitting back,
but only air is there to hit.
And Death will neither care nor not care;
it only comes to do its job.
A job which makes me upset and angry
because I care about you more than I want to admit.
I lack words to express how I feel -
how I feel about life's unfairness and you.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
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