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Sep 2016
He was so young.
His father his sky,
and he a mere wonderer on Earth.
It happened suddenly,
and few could've predicted it.
The sky came tumbling to Earth.
in an explosion of trauma and anger,
He boy began to ruin his own life.
Few could understand him,
memories were his tormentor,
something they could not obtain.
How could they know what he felt,
they rarely remember that sky as he had.
And so the boy turned his face from the empty sky.
He took those memories for granted.
And began to waste away.
They noticed his pain,
could see the bonds that held him,
and wished to help,
but he denied,
and turned to poison instead.
Yet this could not bring back the sky,
and he fell deeper and deeper into the darkness.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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