The needles and syringe
Has worked, from winter,
Through summer and spring…
…Terminal it is!
Repeating cycles
Just so to cheat death
“You got just few hours”;
Then said men in whites
Several stuffs
Puffed wide, through his brains
“Oh, is this the end”;
He said to himself.
He could feel curtains
Closing fast on him
Even when movies
Had only began
All his smiles then froze
Head over shoulder
He close his cold eyes
Slowly blinking twice.
Stranger in the states
While living his life
So he owed to death
His flesh on home soil
But the stress when gone
And cost to incur
Transporting his corpse
Would be hot as hell
So he then embarked
On a journey home
From great Atlanta
At least while he breaths
Delta flight took off
Cruising altitudes
Eight hours on the air
Three hours to touchdown
Friendly shadows came
Passing through his flesh
He could feel his leg
Kicking the buckets
Off jurisdiction
His greatest joy was;
Tragedy but brave
And just humanly.
Hi nice to meet you
This is my new blog
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Okay Triariani Indah
I will follow you right away.
Are you interested in joining my WhatsApp group of Poets and Poetry?
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Wow great..
🙏🙏🙏
Thank you Vinz
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Your write up aren’t in English
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Just visit it
Or click here https://triarianiindah.com
There is a flag..chooce a flag what would like to read
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Okay.
On it right away
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