secret predator by Faith Odegbami
Death creeps up and crawls in your chest sometimes Leaving you heavy and sunken in the middle A weight that muddles the soul And urges those who have not lived To never live again What a phenomenon, To be so flustered with the now That you throw away tomorrow One might suggest To simply Flip the switch And focus on tomorrow Though the beast that jumped in you cares not what you focus on Whether it be today, tomorrow, or yesteryear This darkness lives on a whim With such courage Adaptable to the elements The true predator of man
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