I thought I was Dying

From the morning

to the moon

I loathe to look at you,

into your face,

through dirty glass.

I am another person

in the same animal.

The shattered pieces

feel like forever.

Skeleton dogs

sniff your hair.

Stars died so we

could live

and even though I don’t believe,

I feel a different kind of pain.

About Sean William Lynch
Sean Lynch is a writer and editor who lives in South Philly. Lynch's first book of poems "the city of your mind" was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. Frank Sherlock, the poet laureate of Philadelphia, called Lynch's debut poetry book "visionary." CA Conrad claimed that the book was "marvelous!" His writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

4 Responses to I thought I was Dying

  1. loniduek says:

    Special and beautiful

  2. Antara says:

    Wow. I am so, so glad I could come across your blog. Love your writing. :)

  3. The feelins are so strong in this POEM .One can feel every beat in it. I like it :)

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