Michelle Freeman

Rookie - 6 Points (18 May 1978 / Barbados)

Death - Poem by Michelle Freeman

Sweet sweat filling my nostrils
Choking this vital air
Meant for my lungs
With a stride that doesn't care

And I listened to his voice
Cool timbers of a drum
That echoes my heartbeat
But his mind is numb

Piercing my thoughts
With ebony eyes
That gaze over me
As steam does rise

But this rhyming is pointless
He will never perceive
This passion inside
That I wish to leave.

Written 23 April 2010

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 13, 2011

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