People bustle day in and day out.
Never thinking of how others feel.
Lives go by and money dwindles.
Friendships fall to smoldering pieces.
Angry words often exchanged in hate.
Passionate fear envelops the weak.
Death consumes some others just die within.
Hatred spewing over to into love.
Constant battles ensuing over life.
Never once wondering what might be.
Some people work others fight daily.
Some get where they are going others not.
WE hold each other back not knowing.
Pushing until we can not push anymore.
Flames of regret constantly burning.
Wishing we could stand up for what is within.
The Rats Win the Race? Most people go about their lives without thinking, they just act. Others are in unhealthy relationships that they choose not to leave for fear. We are not free f we let others control us. It may mean sacrifice, but we can make it alone if we try.
Ron
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2007
Concrete Jungle. Envy, jelousy and hate, the deadly sins are all within this poem.
One can stand up, often it is the one who makes the diffo'
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One can stand up, often it is the one who makes the diffo'
Be safe,
Karen
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