MORTALITEA

For some grief runs hot A fury pouring out Raging teeming from every pore Cascading, burning everyone And everything in it path Until there is nothing left But ashes For some it is as cold as ice Burning of a different kind Freezing the world in place Stark, glacial stillness A frozen lake, the raging tide underneath With nowhere to go Until the thaw For others a padded room Muffling the sounds of life The numbing, the nothingness The comfort of unknowing A pause button In the s...