Hour 4_Misty

I have used both image and last line.

Last line is from Awaeke Emezi’s The Death of Vivek Oji. I have broken her last sentence into final 3 lines of poem.

 

 

Misty heights

scrub trees

rugged

snatching breath

from thin air

clamoring

to survive

even here

even now

life

stubborn       greedy

somewhere, you see,

in the river of time

I am already alive.

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