Death a word upon all our lips but not dared be spoken or maybe just whispered. A single word having the power to tense every muscle in your body and give you cold shudders on the warmest of days. Questions involving this shudderd word remaining unasked due to the fear of the consequenses of finally knowing the answers.
Death the most feared unknown awaiting us all. Patiently and with all the time in the world knowing you are coming with no way out. A finality, ending feeling so empty and helpless knowing you cant do anything about it.
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A little of me... (poems)
RastgeleI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
