Not Being Born Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Not being born.

Has anyone thought how it must feel
sailing in utter darkness
in a place of no place waiting to be born.
Hundreds of years go by
the unborn is dead, yet not so
even there is no one missing it.
To exist, yet not exist.... in the cold starless night
Then it happened, a chance to be born,
but someone changed their mind,
fun night going wrong.
This time there is no waiting, no hope.
Eradication is final as ultimate as
masturbating into the kitchen sink
when home alone.