Full of DeathA Poem by CJ Barnard
Time stops,
And stands still Seems like a year I'm lost And can't be found In this darkness I lay dying Cold Empty And alone It holds me down And won't let go There is no escaping It consumes me Until there is nothing left I may look fine But on the inside I'm full of Death. © 2019 CJ Barnard |
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Added on August 15, 2019 Last Updated on August 15, 2019 AuthorCJ BarnardBloemfontein, Free State, South AfricaAboutI live in my own world insode my head. The silance I portray is not what goes on inside my mind. I can go days without uttering a word from my lips, the conversations i have in my own mind and the sto.. more..Writing
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