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you down you get back up
Use wisdom instead of strength
You Are silent as the night goes on
Wisdom carries like your immortal
But sometimes someone sees you as evil
Like the venom that killed many
But you still are who you are
still standing from very little
surviving with almost nothing
still stand in the place i away did
endured the pain and suffering
still survived but did I on the inside
is like glass right now
people are walking one it
seeing if it would break
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it is supernatural
Light is fading, struggling to see why
I can’t see where i'm going
The colors are turning gray
Not seeing light anymore
Its gone with no light none at all
Then a faint one appeared far away
Is it real is some false hope
Ran to it finding out it was a light
Help me by Gave me some light to see
Now I won’t fall in the holes forming
Because of the light the grew
Until I left, I said my goodbyes
But it was not enough
It was happening again
The light was fading
Felt darker than before
The holes where everywhere around me
I had to move forward
Because i didn't see a reason why
But I gave up and sat there
Alone with no one but
The darkness itself
its away's worse to leave someone like your best friend
after death after everybody is there
the memories are thought of
of the good times like
the mirage and kids
the grand kids you spoiled
your loved ones move on
when they die the same
will happen to them that's
just life and death
A shadow that is just there
No one knows why
Just there
Watching
And listening
Taking in the light left by others
Wondering how to create a warm light
To fill its hole
that has been there
since the light that came
disgusting sweaty socks why not clean them
putting your feat in me sometimes with no socks
then you throw me out without a care in a world
putting me mud jumping on puddles
even though I don't like getting wet
your gonna use me to the end then
what will you do to me then
please don't
SAVE ME!
#funny
some poems don't have to be serious sometimes you need a laugh or a smile
like a wind a gentle breeze
like a river a clear one
like a steady flow of colors
then someone ruins it
the wind turns to storm
river turns to rapid currents
colors turn one color
and i lose something in me
and my reflexes kick in
then everything slower
then before it was normal
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