Absence of Color
He fell into the darkness of death
struggling, while trying to catch one last breath.
It comes for us all,
all we can do is stall
the inevitable demise of our soul
living longer was always the goal.
What happened that day "god" only knows
why life, always throws me blows.
The game he loved with all his heart
was his undoing from the start.
His fate has been sealed,
as he laid motionless on the football field.
His body went limp, and his eyes glazed over
all he saw was the absence of color.
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