How Do I Sleep

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  • is refreshed. showed the kid inside me today, playing with water with little kids. XD

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I cried when I wrote this poem.

How Do I Sleep

How do I sleep,
When a young child is crying himself to sleep, because of his hunger?

When an innicent girl is crying herself to sleep from a broken heart?

When a single parent is having trouble sleeping, thinking about how she'll be able to make a better life for her children?

When someone is filled with emptiness thinking about the loss of a loved one?

When a father is struggling with the need to stay strong for his family, when he really wants to get drunk and forget it all?

When an ill-looking bald someone is struggling to fight Cancer?

When unborn babies are not given a chance to live life because of abortions due to "mistakes"?

When there have been thousands of Jews that were unjustly mistreated and cruely killed in concentration camps?

When there have been blacks that were abused and murdered for just the color of the skin they were born in?

When there were so many Jews and blacks that could have accoplished great things if they only didn't have the opportunity stripped form them?

When there were many who didn't die in peace or didn't just die with a shot -- but in excrutiating slow pain?

When many feel their lives are headed for hell, not only with the financial crisis but literally, with global warming?

When someone feels greedy enough to give up on life, not knowing it will solve nothing and help no one, especially themselves?

When someone feels lonely and is struggling, but searching?

When soneone feels a deep loneliness that has caused them to give up?

When even God feels lonely and holds the pain and longing in his heart?

When I have hold of a truth I have no words to completely explain?

When I have a secret I keep, and still hold on to the pain it gives me?
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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