The Other Side

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  • LupayGarcia
  • is chillen and needs to write some poetry

The Other Side

As I look at myself

I see someone else

A boy with no help

He cannot scream nor can he yelp

My mourning mother, I hear her cry out

Causing my little brother to pout

Remembering my father, she does every night

I want to go to her room and tell her it’s alright

But I feel the same pain, as does she

Remembering him I do with an agonizing glee

The fun days we would enjoy at the park

Walking under the big broad bridge’s arc

Going for a late night cruise

Waking up early and watching the news

The pain these thoughts induce

They are like enduring severe abuse

The tears soon in my eyes arise

Coming faster as I hear her cries

I wish I could have said my good-byes

Before his terrible demise

Through this event a lesson was taught

I learned that life isn’t just bought

And in this lesson was a sub-plot

And at first it went uncaught

But later occurred as a thought

To never take anything for granted

This new knowledge was in my head implanted

And I learned from this event

I arise from my emotional descent

And look into that mirror once again

And see a boy who is no longer ten

I see a man now

This vision I must allow

Through my pain I have only gained

Though a loss I have attained, my bloodstained past I no longer disdain

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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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