The BoyA Poem by AkotlahShort, Dark, To The Point.The guttering candle lit the cold
stone room, The eerie silence of an ancient
tomb, In the unreached corners where shadow
reined; Lay a small, young boy in rags
and chains. With a jolt he sat up and
screamed a scream, That could wake a deaf man from
his dream. The scream not high, nor was it
low, Don’t love this boy, for he’s our
John Doe. © 2013 Akotlah |
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Added on December 17, 2013 Last Updated on December 17, 2013 AuthorAkotlahnewcastle, nsw, AustraliaAbouti like poetry and i admire the strength it takes to share your writings with others. more..Writing
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