Walk the World
Crack, Meth.
Homeless.
Hatred.
And tell me this world isn't all about pain and suffering.
Murders, Drive-By's, Rapes, Con artist.
Tell me thats not what its all about.
Pretty, Ugly, Heart broken.
Once a pond a time ago a young man seen suffering and his life of luxury was no longer luxurious, not in the least bit.
(the story of Sadartha)
Rain on me, Thunder, lighting.
Bring the storm.
Pain is pain its all one in the same.
Nothing was meant to be easy.
If it is for you then so be it.
The world truly is a saddening place.
As i walk at times with my head down low trying to keep my spirits up and tell myself tomorrow is a new day and you cant keep looking down because life is pain. Life is suffering.
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Hey There!
I like this write alot, really powerful stuff and well writen. I like the form aswell, and experiment this way myself sometimes. Is the poem meant to symbolise the shape of a person? it looks that way, and youv'e done a great job here.
Deborah
Hey... i like this poem...
Hey... i like this poem... lolz... it packs a lot of emotions for a short poem!!!
Great Write!
Well put, Luckygrinn