It is as if my mind is turning into mush,
I turn left then right, stand still, forget where I'm going...
am I even going at all?
I try to recapture youth's ignorance.
Forgetting that I skipped that part,
fast forwarded to serious and responsible.
Can you hold on to a fistful of water?
Square for square, inch for inch,
Breaking down sanity into pieces of disarray.
Discarding sense, opening Pandora's box of tricks.
I avoid mirrors.
Emotion has ravaged my skin, my eyes, my mouth.
Hatred has putrified my frame.
The stench is overwhelming as I blast words in staccato from my mouth.
I am infested with worms that bore their way deep into my soul.
Nothing much is left
Of me
I am to blame.
I allowed your existence to infect me.
I let go of my lifeline to normality
I chose not to abandon this sinking ship.
Now I am the rotting corpse,
stripping away at my frame to become the skeleton in your closet.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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