While walking through the woods
I feel like I’ve been here before, but
when I am not sure
There is a presence I can not explain, but I
hear a spirit call my name
The wind blows harshly upon my back as if the
spirit is coming in for the attack
I
turn around to see a familiar figure standing in front of me
The figure says nothing he just looks at
my feet
I look down to see a tombstone engraved
with words in gold
“To my beloved son”
John Jackson
1990-1992
A tear wells up in my eye as I fall to my
knees
I realize this is my child taking the
eternal sleep
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