NonExistence
by Nat J

Hit by a
careless shot
I sputter
and fade...
spiraling
down into
nothingness...
no big
explosion
to escort
me out...
nothing grand
at all...
no fanfare...
no glory...
Not even a
silent prayer
to mark
my passing...
As the whole world
continues,
unfrazzled,
about its
daily business
I quietly
fall forever
into
NonExistence...
Copyrighted by Nat J © 1996
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