He ran for his life
holding the hands of friends
Far from home
Distant from his parents
Out of their sight
deep in the pastures of nature
From the preying cameras
of the recruiters
For they wanted him;
and his family and friends
To take the marrow
That was stuck in the bones
Anytime,
His was on flight mode
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 31st, 2023 13:59
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a found poem I created from the Novel called "Marrow Thieves"
- Category: Reflection
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