Where I Am/ I Cannot Write

WHERE I AM/ I CANNOT WRITE

Where I am
I cannot write-
The words come
But what do they say?

Time is not the Weariness
Death is-

Death reminds us
That we with all our illusions
Will have this one moment only –

I am yes afraid
And even more in Despair-

Death is making no exception for me
And my little life is passing like a dream.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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