MarrowA Poem by DukesrunnerThe marrow of the mind - For that you fail to find, Is nor bone nor fleshy hue But to what most eyes are blind. Burning fast through and through By walks of Hell, though may so few, Most search but never see That everlasting sun-struck dew. And by Heaven flight so free, Some say those wings measure thee, Yet careful for that end of life, In death some keep their fee. That bends upon unending strife, And those who wish it left behind, Call upon the hands of Fates Whose cut can shred thy twine. In times of early and of late, So many strove for theirs to take, Unknowing it’s beyond their reach But held so tight, for fear life forsake. © 2010 DukesrunnerAuthor's Note
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