Last Poem by Gert Strydom

Last



When the light dims from my eyes
there will be no fatherly hand
to hold on to mine

to feel the last pulse
of life beating
while the darkness claims me

and when I disappear from life,
glide into death
You are the Father
that I find on the other side.

[References: "Erato" by Anyte. Laaste (Last) by Riana Scheepers.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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