#poem about death

Lost Boy

the young die too it’s sad but true.

One minute they’re there then out of the blue

you get that call we all be dreading, saying they’re out of view

and yet you had no clue

now you don’t know what to do

I hear them calling, can’t walk for crawling,

what time’s the coroner due

tears can’t stop falling, breakdown, keep stalling

but there’s no way through

there’s too much for me to chew

you’ve gained your wings and away you flew…

rest easy, Bolo.

© Namzii. 2022