Do you hear that?
Do you hear the nothing that is coming?
How it makes no sound,
but yet you know it’s coming,
slowly,
hunting you,
like a tiger hunts its prey,
like a eagle watches above,
all of us face it,
all of us run,
but it creeps up slowly,
waiting to pounce,
waiting to strike,
waiting,
to take our life.


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