Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part fourteen

A child shouldn’t be left alone to roam.
Cremation, would be the just reward of,
swimming to extinction, my own way home.
The girl will thrive in a world full of love.

Children, everyone I ever knew,
He left a hastily, well-written note,
are long gone. No one left except for you.
It’s her story now, I’m but a footnote.

Where I am going, nobody can know.
Humanity must take its own path home.
For me, but into the pipes, I must go.
My body gone, what’s left of self will roam.

Leaving behind his note, to next of kin,
took his last explosive charge and climbed in.

To be continued…