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Death Cometh
Am not scared
Am in awe of the darkness in the great beyond,
where I'd lay still till rot beget my frame.

Those am known,
take turns dropping below,
down to where I rest putrid.
Memories of me, fades with the century,
as my precious ones join the pile.

Shipped off, in wooden box, cased.
Dancing on strange shoulders
The last dance before descent.

What have I become,
nothing of attraction.
Everyone I know goes away at my end.
My brokenness I can't repair
If i could start again with care
Once upon a strained Life

I didn't live a Star
Circled by lights
You won't notice a dim light fall
Another missed call
Death hauls


© Chinekwe Wilson