Futile Symphony

Bittersweet

I hear people screaming and sirens blaring,
shots are firing and eyes, in horror, staring
I hear murmurs of the death of a young kid,
my mind maps out the beginning of the crime, where the criminal went and what he did
And all the most vivid imagery comes in the form of sounds,
all sounding like that of the mapped out notes to a concerto, a symphony
A symphony known as "Death," inevitable and futile, however too soon it may be,
and, to that, I've more than come to terms with it

Author's Note

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