• Casey Iannuzzi

Mortality

I'm going to die. It's going to happen

The light from the fire of his youth

Is getting dimmer and dimmer by time.

The innocence of childhood is dying.

He lost the brightness of his eyes,

And his soul grew gray and pale.

What difference does it make if it's tomorrow, or 80 years?

Old enough to understand his fate,

Yet still too young to understand life.

He wonders about purpose,

And why accomplish anything

If all results are the same in the end;

6 feet under.

He understands,

And he's scared.

It's going to happen

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