A Borrowed DeathA Poem by Sean C. HarrisonThis poem speaks about the death of a child
A Borrowed Death © 2014
Written By Sean C. Harrison Jun. 11, 2014 When youth's brevity becomes even more so In spite of all we'd hoped them to be, Our visions lost in their stillness and our grief, There is no place for detached acquiescence to mortality. For our inward rage rails against the edict that so often falls Yet should not upon us, we say. We cannot see why And we weep for not knowing anything now but a lost chance To find one of our making turning into us then little others, Extending our lifeline for indefinite time, “Too soon” the cry. We do not so mourn for a hoary head Who traversed eons to his rest And never in that moment think, Heaven knows best, Of course leaving room to man's forbidden liberty To snatch a soul wantonly. But what of when it was not whole? When we fought for its very existence But could not enough to sustain its next breath? Would we call that a borrowed death, When it writhed in measureless agony or likely could have? No, my tearstained friends. It's said, better is a man's end if even a child. For the edict after that edict simply states, “Rejoice!” It is only if you hold no hope within you will not, Granted, while your tears are cried. For hope does not borrow its joys, Hinging them on a favourable outcome, But strives for that child's home Not now knowing what could have been But that which shall be When in glory that child we see. © 2018 Sean C. HarrisonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSean C. HarrisonMorant Bay, St. Thomas, JamaicaAboutI am a singer/songwriter/poet/general writer from Jamaica who has received awards for my writings on the national level. I was diagnosed many years ago with mental illness. Because of this challenge I.. more..Writing
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