Antebellum
I am antebellum
An infant before it cries
The wave before it breaks
Untested, untried, unprepared
I stand at the door of destiny,
My fist vacillating
To knock is to destroy the peace,
And taste my freedom
I watch the sun set on a golden age
Forever ending selfishness and innocence
The dawn, a warship stocked for voyage
Still sleeping in her harbor
In the morning, I will awake a lion
In a century, my cenotaph will disappear
But now, for one breath, in silent stillness,
I am antebellum.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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