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Jun 2020
I am scared
I am scared.

Help everyone I can't,
the number is rising
my heart is thumping.

a second come- a second go,
I see my life is fading
I see the casket of my own body
it is leaving , he is leaving,

The soil heavily pressing on him,
he can't breathe , he is suffocating.

He look around it is confirmed
He is not ready- he is scared,
how can he count it, in Roman's numerals?
It can't be nigh he want to be high,

high of books, high of knowledge,
but he can't climb up the ridge.
he have dreams but can't be deferred
but still he is scared.

His chap chirp like caged bird
he tried to comfort him, he is distant,
the instant of his death shock him
"Sorry bra, I am scared,"

I walked away he couldn't hear me.
A day to go, back to school with the pandemic roaming the streets.
Banele
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