Forget

Everyone is always sad

Sad, afraid, angry

But what I'd feared is not 

the anger

but to be forgotten

in death.

 

what I've realized is

I'm a poet

and my poems

will always be 

somewhere

even if I am not.

This poem is about: 
Me

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