A Coward in the Night, Death, and Rebirth | A Poem
by L.M. Browning, from a working collection
A dark-haired 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.
Shot full of holes,
I pulled myself through heavy dirt
you piled on me.
You ended one life,
but I got another in me.