Death and Decay
lying on the dirt floor
twisting and turning in my sleep,
i hear a moan and one last sigh,
and then a lady starts to weep.
i try to wake up from this terrible dream,
and the dangers that face me.
but as i blink i notice one thing,
my dream is reality.
i look up at my mother,
a strong and kind woman,
and ask her what has happened
because to me, it looks like a bad omen.
although i know what has happened
I'm not afraid nor do i cry
i stand there strongly beside my mother
my stomach growling and my throat dry.
a few more moons pass me by
until i feel famished and weak
and i noticed one thing,
I've not eaten in a week.
i walk down to a pond
and saw me staring at me.
and as i look down at my body
i say " that's a sight i dont wanna see."
i make my way back to the tent
there's only a few people left alive.
and with these harsh conditions.....
no one will survive.
one falls after the other
starved and all worn out
and last my mother falls
and it's to God that i shout.
"Why did you take her?"
"Please dont leave me here alone"
and at that very moment
my spirit and body were gone.
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