Left Turn

February 9, 2010
Left turn
American flag
A silent grave
Children trudging from buses to school
Complain all you want, dears, at least you can still breathe.
A hope, a dream, extinguished by a touch.
A touch of Death.
Too much homework, they confide in one another
Forming sticky ties of loyalty
Play while you can, dears, before my home becomes your playground.
Ah, but hands reach, yearning to grow up sooner, faster, now. Never.
A mirrored reflection of what I will never again me.
Beautiful, young, cherishing every moment of being free.
Free from becoming,
Free from being,
A tragedy like me.

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