Poetry....
excerpts from a more painful time of my life...
I think that this is the worst that it could possibly get…
And inside I know im wrong
I picture children crying while their parents scream
I see bodies in gutters with out a name
Or the dad who just cant make ends meet for his family
I think about the people who will never outrun their past
Or the woman on the corner who has to pay her families rent
I cry for the poor child who is afraid to be touched
I do not deny that I feel so blessed when I think of them
Does it lessen my pain, or the fact that I suffer
Is it wrong for me to sit in silence
No it cannot undo what has been done
So I will do what I must to make the days worthy to live
I will try to be the one to put a smile on your face
Knowing you too have something to hide, to cry about, to die for
One day it will make a difference that I went on
That someone offered all they had to give
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One hope away from the hardest journey yet
The smallest smile turns your back to what’s wrong
To stand here still forever, or face the trials ahead
Afraid that if I draw near, you’ll fall right off this cliff
So in my kindest way, I beg you not to stay
Age after Age and still I call for you who rocks so near the edge
And every moment the hope never fades
Love overcomes what’s right and blinds a deeper truth
You hold out your arms wide as your eyes fade
You fall backward into the dark
Off the edge, out of time, no more hope
I walk on, for the first time realizing I have long been near to the edge as well
Wiping the blood from my eyes, I mourn.
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Black mascara tears drip down onto her faded jeans
She is the girl on the corner you mock
The smell of death looms round him
He is the man on the ground you pass who is too tired to beg
The girls and pills and meaningless days empty him
He is the charismatic playboy you wish you were
Fear and hatred are the lessons learned at home
She is the quiet obedient girl in your class
The smell of sin and sex and too many drinks
She is the one who has lost love but smiles at you anyway
Every word from his mouth drowns with poison
He was the little boy you never showed you cared
Sitting at the foot of God ashamed
It is you who went about your own life
While the world went to hell.
M.W