Death Is Near Poem by Thapelo Lebesa

Death is near,
my heart is filled with fear,
it creeps through my trap door,
with silent steps on the wooden floor.

A slice of pain I shall feel,
and a drop of blood I will spill,
in a sea of lost souls,
filled with narrow hell holes.

When I breath my veins feel cold,
but i pleaded never to grow old,
then I took my last breath and droped my last tear,
only then I realised that death was near.


Thapelo.G.Lebesa