Voices

 

When he hit

The ground

He had a strange sense

Of birthday balloons

Being cut free,

Not knowing where

Going somewhere.

And a distant thought

That he was dying,

Not wanting to leave

So much to do

So much unsaid,

Then he heard

Voices.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:08 PM August 5, 2017

 

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