The Other Side of Marrow

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The Other Side of Marrow

I have a voice on the other side of marrow
He returned to me dead like a child's awful grin
Once he stood in a soul made of sin
but found some grace by way of his pen
When his days grew sleepy
He woke once to say
I will always remember my pen as a friend.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Pryde!

I recall when the monsters were big and tall and poor Al never saw them coming to his stall.

Regards,
Al

[Pryde Foltz]

We are a lucky bunch, us poets. Always an outlet for emotion and growth. Loved this write, Al:)

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks KL,

I always make it a habit to visit my monsters if nothing more to see what they are doing.

Regards,
Al

[Lyn Anderson]

The pen allows us the freedom to express our dark side.