By Lusike Wabuge:
I know of death
I’ve seen death
I have seen it knocking at foreign gates
It creeps slowly
It creeps nearby
It embraced a friend
A friend close to my heart.
My mortality hits me
I live on borrowed time
I know not what my future reads
A clock keeps ticking…
I know not where it leads
A clock chimes…
I know not when it ends
The clock slows down…
The clock pauses…
My plans are altered by my mortality
Time is at a halt
Tears hang on eyelashes
A tear escapes and falls
My existence is no more
I was just an entity
A slave to mortality.
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About Lusike
Lusike Wabuge is a poet, and blogger and writer of various genres. She lives and works in Nairobi Kenya. To view more of her poems visit http://lusiken.blogspot.com/.
