The Impromptu Visitors Poem by YoungBen Ulebor

Have they ever visited you?
I mean the cruel crew
They I pray never to see
Or where they are to be
They and what they bring are not pleasant
So I pray from me they be distant

The anticipation of death
Is worse than the actual
Behind closed doors fear gives birth
The trauma is indeed factual
All these cracking and breaking for what purpose?
You ponder wonder till faith and hope decompose.

With their sophisticated hands
They unleash commands
You can’t but obey and be cool
Hence with them you turn a fool
Though in you be that rage
But away and away fades the courage.

You lie, sit and or hide and wait
Helplessly for your fate
Should they let you live
You’ll be so traumatized the story you can’t give.