Peter Muthama Poet I do not know?

When Am Gone

WHEN AM GONE
I can only imagine of what will happen when am gone 
Am so scared now that I have heard there is nothing I can do before my time
The thought now creeping closely 
Destroying every moment of my breath 
I am dope………….
What actually will or how will it be
When during the ‘scene’
And the wind blows to the west 
The bitterness of the day
Smearing each face with “Blonde”
And messages being sent 
The fame being spread
And finally the Man ‘in black’
Finalizes with the gospel
I can only imagine of the mood
Tears falling swiftly like streams from Nile
And then its done 
He says, in his speech
‘May he rest in peace’

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Darren White March 24, 2017 at 1:52 AM It's that immense uncertainty, isn't it? And the hope that we reall will rest in peace... Well written first poem for PoetrySoup. Welcome :)