As the truth hits |

As the truth hits

A normal kid, a boy of nineteen.

He calls to say good-bye,

to his friends, to his family,

the tears of his friends run down their cheeks,

the salt burning their chapped lips,

pain so sharp,

like the fire that flames deep inside their hearts,

he calls to say that he is leaving soon,

across the sea to a place unknown,

the smell of death, rotting away,

will soon fill his nostrils with all the decay,

as he fights, memories flash through his head,

down at the pond, the movies, sick in bed

Around the world a quietness sets,

unspoken words hoping, hoping for a miracle,

families cry, “just bring him home,”

they picture his body torn, bleeding, all alone,

like a child in the dark,

they hope he’ll find his way,

praying for a phone call everyday,

he is a wolf, just part of the pack,

doing his part, he’ll soon be back,

but months pass and he gets no closer to home,

we wonder if he will still be able to come,

they’ve held him this long,

but what if indeed they keep him forever?

– by Courtney Williford, 14, Bear River High Schoo

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