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by @lonelypoet

Trapped in a world where the weak can't survive where the voice of the poor can't be heard for afar, where one's dream falls apart and reaching for it seems impossible, where the tears of a man can't resolve any obstacles. Only thoughts of fright cross your mind all day long, feeling like your heart has been ripped from your soul, looking to your side and no friends you can find, trying to figure out how much longer will all this last. Words like humble and sweet are effaced from your mind, while anguish and affliction become examples of your daily life, you won't hear the kind remarks that might be said about you, for you can't appreciate what your heart is not accustomed to. 18 years you have lived yet your beauty has faded away, your innocence has been stolen from you and the're many suspects to blame, there's no point trying to fix what has what has already been destroyed, your genial smile was erased and your youthfulness came to a stop. There's no mountain you can climb nor a path you can walk, nor a forty miles ride you can jump in and go, nor a train you can board or a plane you'd come up to, that will ever even lead you to accomplish your dreams and goals. Searching for a way out, even though out you are, four dollars is all there's left, to feed the kids pay rent and try to survive, blindfolded you are, you won't see what you want, putting your aspirations to vanish into a thing of the past, why are you simply living the life that you're told t? why can't you for once live the life you always desired to? In a time where the corrupt owns it all and much more, where a man's state of frenzy is irrelevant even to the poor, where the lion hunts the deer and its flesh is torn apart, where words like "finally I did it" are only said by plutocrats. The mountain was to high for you to climb it all, its height was to extreme, you fail at going up, there weren't any guides that showed you how to climb, or give you any tips at how to safely survive, however there were signs at every place you looked, which said that at some point a fall you must endure.
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Dec 22, 2013
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I wrote this poem as an assignment in high school. It explains the struggles of a character from the book "The Jungle" by Upton Sinclair.

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