imponderable doom
numb
as tho from
half - remembered nightmare
wakening...
scared
perhaps too
frightened quite to ponder
such a thing...
try to be
pre-occupied
where shadows cast
a pall...
of circumstance
no one could want
the reaper's distant
call
for tender child!
unreconciled,
the mind tossed
to and fro
between extremes
of broad denials
and slight acceptance
...tho,
numb
still unaccustomed to
the shadows where they
loom
scared
no, terrified!
at this imponderable
doom.
moon batchelder
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