Death,is not far away. I get glimpses of it sometimes. And I tell you, it doesnt bare the white light of divinity. Its more of a destitute kind, like a burning hand,large enough, to crush your diaphragm. Coward,dubious,miserable, you hate even your own company. You run,you run in the name of God in search of shelter. You run,you grow fatigue in all your bones, and still that death keeps haunting you, homeless you are,death painted in the sky. Your eyes cant shed a tear, your voice cant make a noise. The pain implodes within you, you shatter like a castle of ash.... Death,is not far away. I get glimpses of it sometimes. And am not afraid of it!!....
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 18:33:16 +0000
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