I sit in my room as the hours go by
I look at the ceiling and imagine it’s the sky
I ponder about life but I don’t know why
Deafening silence in the room
I can feel the darkness loom
Sound of the watch brings me back to reality
The tik tok sounds remind me of gunshots from police brutality
I’m running for my life
I’m running out of Air
Fast paced I can feel the wind in my hair
The people are running right past me I seem to be stuck
The air getting thicker like something big has just struck
I can’t run any longer
The gunshot are getting closer
My life is flashing before my eyes as I try not to blow my composure
The door opens and I realise it was just my imagination running wild
It was fun it brought me back to when I was still a child
Poem by:
Tshenollo Musiameli
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