When Death Comes

A poem I wrote after my good friend AJ passed away on September 11th.
Death comes like a stray cat.
You never know when it will show up.
Begging for food, or for attention.

Death comes like a storm.
There is no controlling it.
It can cause minor or major damage.

Death comes like an ocean wave.
It knocks you down and doesn't let you get up without a struggle.

Death comes like tears of sorrow.
It hurts and breaks hearts of other people.

Death just comes.
On its own.

Dedicated to my good friend AJ Marquardt.

By Carli Finley
Published: 10/18/2007 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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