(A Sea Of) The Unborn

Sometimes I hear him yelping,
the tiny one that never was;
I feel his minute potential orbing
in my head.
He is writing me love letters;
they are stacked against everything -
Murmuring his faint heartbeat
that never takes or emerges.
I wonder how such solace
could be mine to think of him,
or how he dozes inside such
bleak non-reality.
Desperately, I feel him reaching,
waiting for a reaction;
I feel his liquid soul, his blue torment  
pulsing in a sea of the unborn.
Written by PoetsRevenge
Author's Note
Inspired by ' The Unborn' by Sharon Olds
Written for the 'Fear Of Oneself' comp
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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