Sinking
I followed the moon lit path
To reach my resting place
The silence broken by a laugh
From the person without a face
I see the cold water ahead
The voice shouts, it's echo spurs me on
My journey to my final bed ending
I dive under and I'm gone
YOU ARE READING
A Father's Story
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