The Boy

The Boy

A Poem by Akotlah
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Short, Dark, To The Point.

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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
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Akotlah
Akotlah

newcastle, nsw, Australia



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