My mind
Festers
As souls
Enraged.
She calls
In questions
What are
You here for?
Moments are
For youth
Futures for age
And remembrance
For the
Advanced.
I shudder
To keep from
Shivering.
Mother,
What of
My demise?
All for naught?
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