Afraid of Death
He hides under a table,
afraid of meeting ageing,
illness, war, black magic……
He clings to the comfort
of his solitudeness;
“death might be near”,
he whispers with a shiver
in his heart.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014
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