Acknowledgement
Someone once told me,
Crying is acknowledging the dead.
Normally I’d agree, but
as I lie on my bedspread,
Thinking about who knows what,
I realize I’m not dead.
I cry all the while being alive.
I’m here but filled with dread.
So,
Am I soon to be dead?
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