A filled end

I have a friend
At a place
He only knows, maybe I'll in the end
His name is life, just in case

Physical but invisible
Invincible and irreplaceable
Dressed in white, at least I thought
He has a peculiar look, through my dream I know

Being in existence
Only death knows
A stranger
When the clock goes

Measured by breath
Beats he weighs
Indefinite length
I Will meet him only if I wait




Hakim writes©

© Hakim Fuhad Mansaray