A Coward in the Night, Death, and Rebirth | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from a working collection

A black-hat specter of ill fate

emerged while back turned, taking

               the children I was to have,

               the life I was to lead,

               the person I was known to be.

Buried 6 feet down

in a barren plain

far from the other shore.

Shot full of holes,

I pulled myself through heavy dirt

you piled on me.

You ended one life,

but I got another in me.

Next time, make the hole deeper.