Death
I imagine sitting in a forest,
sitting on the ground,
i listen around ,
to all the sound ,
i'm sitting on the ground ,
having a smoke ,
staring down,
holding my breath.
Ready for death,
taking a second breath,
what do i have left.
Copyright © Kobus Bekker | Year Posted 2010
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