The Desperate Soul In Me
As the angel of death
Removes the desperate one
Inside me through my eyes
I can feel it !
As the man removes his gloves
And just gives up his hope ,
As the people surrounding me
take a deep breath and
Pull that white cloak over me
I can feel it !
As they slip me into
That newly fragranced white cloak
And then into that six feet trench
I can feel it !
I cry , I scream , I trod
But the big question is - Can They
feel it ?
Copyright © Ismath Haakifa | Year Posted 2016
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