Lynn is dying. I don’t say it out loud.
But it sits there like a stone that I threw
Into a pond to watch sediment cloud
The water that was so clear and I knew
That throwing it would make the words be true.
But I threw it anyway. Lynn will die.
It doesn’t matter anymore what I
Would like to happen in the clear pond’s depth
I threw the stone and now I can’t deny
I’ve stirred up the sediment of Lynn’s death.
Upon learning that Lynn had stopped chemo. For the dverse dizain form prompt