Timing
timing
there is this place that we all come to die
we wait for the right moment
when the world is not looking
then we slip into obscurity
into our own history
which is personal
private
not open to scrutiny
or prying eyes
when we are dead
we bar the doors
the windows are locked shut
so that we may live out
our death in peace
Copyright © Ej Sansam | Year Posted 2018
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