Last Moments
voices beckon to me from inside
as distant lonely echoes sigh
I hear their voices pleading
telling me to step back
from the precipice
of my despair
not wanting
the end
now
and
I stop
haltingly,
hesitating
to reconsider
the value of being
opposed to self-sacrifice
and selfish lack of concern for
those people who would mourn my passing.
written September 20, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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