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Time of death – A Poem By Mercy Adeola

When would you realise
She is dead?
When she is 6ft below
Or 5fr above
When the sand thuds
Or the sad thoughts taunts
When she is trapped in a box
Or trapped in a sphere
When she is resting in peace
Or troubled in pieces
When our eyes refuse to open
Or when they are shut in tears
When she is…
Or when she is eased….
Just when exactly;is the time of death?

©Mercy Adeola

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