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Growing old
Submitted:Jul 22, 2012 Reads: 4 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Ten year old
Screaming into his pillow.
Muffled sobs.
Afraid of that unknown thing
At the end of life.
Worried that a grown up
Will hear and question, or
Chide as silly
The despair
That knots his stomach.
Half century added
And fright has morphed,
No longer the threat
It once was.
The memories still singe
With unanswerable sadness.
Comfort approaches
As a wavering relief
From the unnamed circumstances
That manage and direct
The path to darkness.
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