They follow me everywhere,
clawing at my heels,
burning my smoke ridden lungs
as i run for a life i never wanted

I can't die,
even as they put the rope around my neck
i know in my heart of hearts,
i can't die.

Looking up,
a flaming wild African sky
i think of all the faces that came before me,
as many as tears from the sun.

My fate sealed,
i stand on the block of maybes and what ifs,
all my hours spent contradicting my very existence.
I strain to balance on lies as the noose tightens.

whispering through a raspy voice
i try to muster a last stand.
Reason kicks the block from under me
''I can't die,its not my time.''


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