The man died by Akinwale Peace

©Akinwale Peace

The man died.

He was at the verge of life and death:
He was at the point of loosing breath;
He was very close to life and death;
as the neck to the head, his fight'ng breath,
fought not to be thrown in the six depth:
But life was weak at length to his death.

It was at midnight's winter
When the sun has been slaughtered;
And the chilly cold covered
the summer, the cornered man
slept in cloudy storms of man;
Sleeping the last sleep of man.

He couldn't hold his swift breath,
As the gap seem so short breathed,
He couldn't hold his swift breath,
As the chilly hands of death
held his breath, his head needs rest
in shrouded garm'nt to six depth.

"words from the innocent mind"
              Philip Peace
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