I Was Born To Die Poem by Francie Lynch

I Was Born To Die



I know of death,
Incensed with all of it.
The weighty strain of darkness,
Eyes closed, stopped ears, stuffed nose.
I was petrified while the world stumbled,
My wordless mouth gapes like a maw
Needing stitches.
I lounge in a toga,
Motionless as erect alabaster.
I was born to die,
But not like this.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,death,senses
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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