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Thence; The Fear

Written by Lameck Arika
Friday, 08 August 2008
What will the stories of time tell of me when my flesh has rotted away in dirt and my bones cleaned by the worms of death what would they say as they look up their eyes squinting at the midnight skies the stars that Adam and Eve had seen the same ones than then denounce my breath What kind of prints will my feet leave when my soles could no longer tarmac and my breath is nothing but wisp what would they say as they look down their eyes smothered with dew the image they'd seen since time the same one that thence lie mum in death ______ Lameck Arika is a poet, often published on these pages. Set as favorite Bookmark Email This Trackback(0) TrackBack URI for this entry Comments (2) Subscribe to this comment's feed Show/Hide comments ... written by msazi , August 10, 2008 Nicely written! You resonate some of my fears in life or questions I have been having. What will story be when I am gone and no more. report abuse vote down vote up Votes: +0 ... written by Galoria Sanjeev , August 11, 2008 It's funny how people don't think about death, like they'll never die, like it's forbidden. When you talk about it, you are somewhat sucidal. I think it's beautiful, your writing. report abuse vote down vote up Votes: +0 Show/Hide comment form Write comment Name Email Title Comment smaller \| bigger Subscribe via email (Registered users only) I have read and agree to the Terms of Usage. Write the displayed characters
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