I Am Dead At 19
Robert Flournoy © Copyright 2023 by Robert Flournoy |
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I
am dead at 19.
The
souls of my unborn children strain at the boundries of the
universe
screaming
for release,demanding their days in the sun.
They
are pursued by the progeny of dead generations lurking in the
shadows, and
swallowedby
the black hole of my early death,
never
to witness the star fire and comet glitz
of
their own passing.
Their
light will never shine.
I
am dead,
and
so are they.
Did
they see me?
Did
anyone?
Contact
Robert
(Unless you type
the
author's name
in the subject
line of the message
we won't know
where
to send it.)