Inside,  Outside

How long

I have found myself in words
Described, chastised and adored
Excited depressed and deplored
Full stops with full exclamation
In words my final declaration
How long in time will it be
For there not to be one trace left of me
Not one particle of dust, nor thought or deed
How long before I was never here?
When every last trace has disappeared
No child to carry the burden on
No burden to carry the child on
I have found myself in words

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