Sidewalk of Life

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: ME- A big thanks to Tyler Marchock for being my muse, telling me your story, and helping me write this poem. TYLER- Thanks to Leslie for saving my life, i owe you one.

Sidewalk of Life

I’m walking along this sidewalk of life, 
On one side is hate and depression,
And the other is Love and Happiness.
I don’t care I stay in the middle
But no matter how hard I try to get away,
I am consumed by the hate, the suffering, the misery.
I am trapped like a cornered animal,
I fight back, 
I am so easily overwhelmed by raw emotions, 
I am so easily consumed.
I am curled in a ball,
Trying to keep the horrors of living at bay,
That’s when she found me, That’s when I took her offered hand,
 to the road of happiness.
Soon though,
The hate came back
This time no one could help.
I almost jumped off that building,
Just to escape feeling anymore hate,
But I hesitated,
Behind me was my savior.
And so far the hate hasn’t come back,
And I Hope it never will.
I’m walking along this sidewalk of life, 
On one side is hate and depression,
And the other is Love and Happiness.
I don’t care I stay in the middle
But no matter how hard I try to get away,
I am consumed by the hate, the suffering, the misery.
I am trapped like a cornered animal,
I fight back, 
I am so easily overwhelmed by raw emotions, 
I am so easily consumed.
I am curled in a ball,
Trying to keep the horrors of living at bay,
That’s when she found me, That’s when I took her offered hand,
 to the road of happiness.
Soon though,
The hate came back
This time no one could help.
I almost jumped off that building,
Just to escape feeling anymore hate,
But I hesitated,
Behind me was my savior.
And so far the hate hasn’t come back,
And I Hope it never will.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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