Full of Death

Full of Death

A Poem by CJ Barnard

Time stops,
And stands still
Seems like a year
I'm lost
And can't be found
In this darkness
I lay dying
Cold
Empty
And alone
It holds me down
And won't let go
There is no escaping
It consumes me
Until there is nothing left
I may look fine
But on the inside I'm full of Death.

© 2019 CJ Barnard


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CJ Barnard
CJ Barnard

Bloemfontein, Free State, South Africa



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