(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.  

( a non-entry )
Written by PoetsRevenge
Published | Edited 30th Jun 2019
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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