whirling weightless
caught in the twirling
twisting and turning away
suspended from feeling
abandoned of seeing
only the black remain
the hole that I`m in
has no address
no way even
the depth to assess
still I`m spinning
round and around
caught in this black hole
with nary a sound
exept for the ghosts
of yesteryears laughter and jokes
surreal the feeling
like I`m suspended
`tween birth and death alone
like all else has ended
and when I hit bottom
if at all there be one
I`ll fight and I`ll claw
till my fingers are raw
and bloody like my soul
to get out of this hole
so don`t get a fright when that happens
It`d be me
not quite a ghoul..
perhaps with a worry line
or two more
perhaps with a body
a little bit sore
but a spirit unbroken
simply because
no man….or woman
has that kind of power
over me
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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