I totally don't know what was the inspiration of this poem! Its a strange piece and no I don't want to die soon!
I am not afraid of death
But am afraid of living long and losing the meaning of living
Am not afraid of death
But am afraid of laying on a death bed wanting and waiting to die
The process scares me!
I am not afraid of death
But am afraid of passing on; with feelings unsaid; then wish for one more day to say them…
Which will only leave me wishing for one more days
I am not afraid of death
I am afraid of a mere feeling of existence, living without a purpose
I am afraid of getting lost in the air like I never existed!
Am afraid of dying poor but dying and in pain…
Am not afraid of death at all
© Namatsi Lukoye
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expressive but honestly..sikwa ubaya yu could have done more justice to this piece(sowwy)
ReplyDeletei love the way it flows. i have heard it right:-)
ReplyDeletedeath the ever present friend and foe. me like it