Too Unbiased I Am Poem by Gert Strydom

Too Unbiased I Am



Too unbiased I am when death does come
when so suddenly it does penetrate,
do ravage the one that I do love

The mere absence,
the loosing of the final breath from her body
is something that continually lingers with me

and sometimes I do wonder why
a person does come to this earth?

Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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