The Talent To Death Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

If I continue down this alley
I feel like my demise will be closing in on me
How long have I been gifted with these treasures
Please don't let me be one of those posthumous wordsmith
There comes a point where aptitude becomes available to those nearing their end
It's more like a value added service to the dying
Each night I feel my soul being pulled away
But every morning I wake up writing impeccable poems
Could the claws of death be gripping up on me?
All I can do is wonder