Wednesday, 1 February 2017


I am walking down a familiar path.
There's a skeleton lying in the dust.
It reminds me of a hundred years ago.
On the very ground, I stand on today,
I died before. 

I am staring at what I used to be, now,
not anymore. That skeleton ceased to
be part of me when I took my own life.
I gifted it to nature, and was born into
a new life.

"The Skeleton In The Sand"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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