A. P. Roberts (aproberts) wrote,
A. P. Roberts

After Death

1000 years or more ago
I was born a fresh babe
Into the world I came
My mother's pride and joy

Now, I have grown
Old and wrinkled
I have lived my life
Several times over

I expected to die
With a bang
With a catastrophic event

Where winds would roar
And the seas would rise up
And lightening would crash to the earth

But there was nothing
There were no tears
No regrets in the eyes of my killer
For I was killed

I did not die of natural causes
I could not die of natural causes

And for this,
They killed me
Without a thought
Without a regret
Without a tear
I am dead

Tags: fantasy, innis seun, poem

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