The Undiscovered Country Poem by Trevor Wells

The Undiscovered Country



Death can come in many shapes and sizes.
It can come slowly or rather abruptly,
Gracefully or painfully.
Death is like a game of Russian roulette.
You never know when your number is going to come up.
It can sneak up on anyone at anytime,
And bite like a caged snake.
It's unpredictable and can come knocking when least expected.

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