Nothing is sadder
Than a child’s funeral
Winter’s emptiness

It’s been several months since we buried my friend’s son. It was a wretched, painful day. I never want to feel that way again. Sadly, the odds are against me.

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Published by Carl Setzer

Writer, poet, photographer exploring short form poetry.

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