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The Undiscovered Country
Months since that stillborn morning
when they pulled me, ashen, from your arms.
I did not ask to be delivered
from the endless evening to the dawn.
If a list is made to place upon a scale,
will you refrain from fixing the result?
Upon the weighing, will you honor the result,
whether it be rainbows or rust?
If I close this chapter, and
lie my head in the Undiscovered Country,
will I then know peace?
Or has all this heartache been for nothing?
when they pulled me, ashen, from your arms.
I did not ask to be delivered
from the endless evening to the dawn.
If a list is made to place upon a scale,
will you refrain from fixing the result?
Upon the weighing, will you honor the result,
whether it be rainbows or rust?
If I close this chapter, and
lie my head in the Undiscovered Country,
will I then know peace?
Or has all this heartache been for nothing?
Published 15th May 2013
| Edited 5th Jul 2020
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