My throat is dry, I'm short of breath,
I feel and taste the burnt aftermath of death.
My heart pounding, my blood racing,
How does one grasp this cadaverous feeling?
My tears drench the side of my face,
As the falls of nature cascade against the edges of her platform.
Oh this dear heart,
Why does the world urge to hurt you?
The corners of the earth have closed in on my heart,
As I sit in a dark void.
My soul yells out to me,
“Be strong little one”
Yet I groan in the abyss of my emotions.
THUMP….THUMP….THUMP,
The footsteps of my heart slows.
One I never knew, I mourn for,
A part of me has been ripped from the edge of my heart.
I dare not ask why,
For I know we are all here passing by.
As every soul is summoned by its creator,
So must it answer.
About the Creator
Alphonso Gowah
Poet, Author, Motivational Speaker, Youth Leader, and a diamond in the rough. Words can take us from below the surface to a level of growth and transformation. Let the words you hear and read leave you different than you came.
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