The sting of death

The sting of death

by Khanyi Mthimunye


It is random and illogical

Even when you crave it

It can elude you

make you its accomplice

Leave you feeling guilty for the thought


Grief has become the norm

But we know it’s a ticking time bomb


We live in perpetual anxiety

Fear, hidden in our bones

Denial, our coping strategy

Moving on, our only vice



We sit in tension waiting….

Waiting our turn to writhe from it


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