Unwritten
He was a slave to one of his books
and for all of the looks
cast upward he then did wrong
The book had been his as a kid
the knowledge for what he did
all of the bad was written
Fake read and done as hes told
The binding grows old
as does the kid
When death overtook
no longer did the book
have any words
Page by page
Blank.
Unwritten, Overwritten, His story
Blank.
Copyright © Ella Marley | Year Posted 2009
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