Cloned Person

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

I awoke

Is it me?

Am I cloned?

My flesh feels new

Why do I feel test tubed?

I stare at my hands

I remember wrinkles, but gone now

I run to the mirror, wondering how

Cloned, Cloned Person am I?

Where is my family, did I Die?

I stretch the skin of my cheeks

Pictures of myself hang on walls, still in disbelief

How can this be possible?

Why am I still living, why am I audible

Then the door opens and skinny white man enters

“Come now young lad, you must rest a while.”

“You can call me father because I have given you a new life”

“You see, you met in a terrible car accident and died.”

“But I took some tissue samples before the tears and cries”

“Now here you are again, a product of science”

A fine piece of work of which I am proud

A cloned person, you will stand out very loud

I dropped to the floor as memories of death rushed my mind

I remember driving and drinking and hitting the man who was blind

How could I have been so reckless, so wicked and unkind?

Now the man is gone, and here I am cloned like a swine

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