Vrouedag-skryfkompetisie: A woman I can remember

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Dear Lord,
My name is me
And unless you are kind to rogues,
I shall die soon
I am alone,
With naught but in which the clothes I stand
I bob around a dark life,
Flecked with loneliness
Standing upon the outer edge of life,
Looking yonder
And be with family that cannot be mine
Death hangs over me like a cloud,
None can see me within,
I am alone and I’m dying
I longed to live,
But doubts came that thronged my mind,
Despite the orders you gave me,
Death be my own companion …

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