Sold Unborn
Give me back my kidnapped youth,
distiller of the night
Return the sun from whence it’s gone,
expose this darkened fright
Give me back the future-past,
all memory on the run
Return those days once sold unborn
—to where my joy has gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)
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