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Lauren Harris' Poem.
When the World Haults
What will really happen?
Will everything stop moving and growing?
Will everything die?
This has become a great concern of mine.
The fear of dying,
When the world haults.
Maybe,
The world would just stop for me
and keep evolving for everyone else.
Would I be lost and thoughtless then?
Would anyone even miss me?
This will be a mystery before it really happens to anyone.
Or is it just a metaphor for when someone dies?
The fear of,
dying, not being remembered,
thoughtless, and being lost.
Just frightens me alone.
When the world haults?
When will this be?
I'll be afraid.
Whenever,
When the world haults
Copyright Lauren A. Harris © 1999
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