Distant Death Poem by Caleb Adebimpe

That foggy breath, those intrinsic sighs
That outrage in your silent pleas
Undertones a shady reality,
A reality of something foreboding
A reality that signals a hovering doom

Before you slept each night, you had prayed.
Yet, the gasps, the exasperation that etched your eyes
Everytime you manage to stumble out of another nightmare is lucid.
A clear signal of a sheer ruin

You would have called it quit
That something so intangible could shiver you
Much more an uncertain rumor of death
That had been merely predicted by a soothsayer
It would not have jolted you.

Now you barely get any sleep
And you hardly go to work
For it had been predicted
That you should just wait till then.
What else can a brother do?