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REDEMPTION

   Since birth I have been flirting with death
Sweet talking her not to plan her journey so soon
Life’s a darling and every breathe is a love note serenade.
We get to talking and am rest assured that everything is worthwhile.
A dark filled days, lights on fumbling for the worlds switch.
The angel of death thrice has come knocking, yes quite shocking but am not yet done.
Been feed by what I choose to consume and stomached it all.
A voice of reason battling with the other mental prisoner.
Never took her (death) out on a date, though she’s been stalking and from time and again whispered”Am thinking about you”.
“You’ve  never crossed mines mind” I retort.
In an open relationship with my own insecurities, coping with forced maturity.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Feb 2020