Time Up
At every turn I take
At every corner of the street
I see my actions take a dig at me
I try to run but my legs are weak
The walls are painted with blood
The ground is trembling beneath my feet
The air around is so thin for me
Now I try to open my mouth to aid my breathing
I feel choked up
I think it's time to seek sanctuary
But how do I come about it?
Where do I go to from here?
Copyright © Teslim Yahya | Year Posted 2019
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