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[sid] => 138877
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => slowly he falters
[time] => 2007-11-30 05:12:56
[hometext] => a write about a friend of mine its kinda hard so I hope you can understand
[bodytext] => the sound of the morning herd dropping coffee cups in there wake and the chatter of zombies not yet fully awake the young man wakes another day of starvation and empty walls he picks his blanket from the cold pavement and starts his decline of his fall from empty parks to darkened doors he pushes his dreams with his cart the problem he faces every day from suicide to addiction crime to sorrow holding his head trying to be strong in the face of this unpleasant time bath in the sink wrinkled resumes and hope to do better he makes his way from shop to shop the same old story no address no work no phone no call slowly he walks by the office a check could be his if he wanted that help but he knows that way is a double bladed sword and help is only a deep as it cuts and asking is beyond him he walks back to his door step trying to stand tall his home for another night with dreams of freedom he closes his eyes another day to try again tomorrow if the cold doesn't eat him first the sirens sing in the night the streets so empty in the twilight he hears a rustling down the street drunks let from the holes they live full of anger and spite against the world he tries to not move mabey this time they will pass another day in the hospital will not help him to his goal but he knows the truth of the street he has no help and no forgiveness and no one has respect he fells the burn a sharp pain in his side the rush of warmth fills his head and his chest childhood memories fill his head of happier times his mother still alive his father still in jail he remembers slowly he falters but he closes his eyes [comments] => 2 [counter] => 251 [topic] => 13 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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