“Forefront Existential” © C.P. Hickey 2017
“I am, I was, I will…”
I am the first, to consider your death. Considered last breath. Considerate depth.
I am the first, to deny the regret. In spite of your death. Nature’s reset.
I am the first, to weep in my soul. Immersive black hole. Forever, not whole.
I was the last, to feel warmth go cold. Sadness untold. Promises sold.
I was the last, to say goodbye. Tried not to cry. Cried on the inside.
I was the last, to reach for your hand. This new silence stands. Your absence unplanned.
I will be next, to reach that shore. Ominous door. Never before.
I will be next, to cease to exist. No point to resist. Death’s lasting kiss.
I will be next, to join the great void. No way to avoid. My essence destroyed.
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