Walking On Air Poem by alan pieterse

Walking On Air



Tie the noose,

tie it tight..

a little higher,

ah, that is comfortable,

just right!

Here I am,

ready for take-off,

a bird on a wing,

a split-second flight.

A last cigarette,

(heyboy, smoking kills...)

Detached and tehred,

i survey the prison

that is my life.

I look back

at the chaos

that was my life.

Would God forgive me

for taking my own life?

Can i forgive God

for creating it? ? ? ?

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alan pieterse

port elizabeth, south africa
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