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.