Lost Boy

There was no sign I could give him
to warn him of what was to come

of just how miserable his life would be
and there was nothing he could do

to put his destiny on pause—

It wasn’t just some movie; it was his future
his uncontrollable and inevitable future

that would slip away from him quicker than sand
through skinny fingers

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