Dot I
Ever experienced,
That strange feeling?
One you have sensed,
To feel it’s being?
Ever experienced,
The peculiar notion,
Of endless unknown fish,
In a forbidden ocean?
Ever experienced,
That daunting thought,
When you have lost something,
That was barely a Dot?
Ever experienced,
The sheer dread?
When the world comes crashing,
And the one you love,
Is utterly, undoingly,
Dying.
Dot II
The memory
of a person,
Is far more
than ever known,
Not just a
photo,
But the
presence of an empty throne.
The red
roses bare
The truth of
our lives.
You were the
boys,
We had to
sacrifice.
I never met
you,
And neither
did he.
But I shall always
regret,
The decision
to not let you Be.
The choices
were made
Rash and
clinical.
I thought I
was OK,
But now – I
am cynical.
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