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Walk For All
The weight upon my shoulder,
The weight that only gets thicker.
Why is it that everyone is getting colder?
Why is it that it seems all we want to do is bicker?
Don't let me fall,
Hang my weights up on the wall,
I don't think I can make is down this long hall.
My hands are shaking, and knees quaking.
My feet don't want to work, they're about to give out.
I have to do something to end this aching, to keep from breaking,
I have to do something to keep moving along this seemingly endless route!
I'm at a crawl,
Dragging myself up the next wall,
Through all the pain there is gain and I must stand tall.
Not all about this road is arduous,
Not all of this walk is never ending strife.
When walking with others laughter is contagious.
When smiling and feeling worthy, you find the meaning of life.
The weight upon my shoulder,
The weight that only gets thicker.
Why is it that everyone is getting colder?
Why is it that it seems all we want to do is bicker?
Don't let me fall,
Hang my weights up on the wall,
I don't think I can make is down this long hall.
My hands are shaking, and knees quaking.
My feet don't want to work, they're about to give out.
I have to do something to end this aching, to keep from breaking,
I have to do something to keep moving along this seemingly endless route!
I'm at a crawl,
Dragging myself up the next wall,
Through all the pain there is gain and I must stand tall.
Not all about this road is arduous,
Not all of this walk is never ending strife.
When walking with others laughter is contagious.
When smiling and feeling worthy, you find the meaning of life.
Literature
The Paths We Walk
After all I've seen,
I don't know who I am
or where I've been
Nor the distance in between,
All I know is today
and what tomorrow may bring.
For I am a wanderer,
For I am a broken soul,
A broken soul
Who walks down this path alone
Finding piece by piece
My own redemption.
Literature
Crossroads
To this world of chaos, it makes me wonder,
How much more sacrifice could we render?
Our knees have fallen on blood-soaked soil,
Is hope still here in this turmoil?
So much we've had of this hurt, this pain,
With just words; so many, we've slain.
Amidst impenetrable darkness and so much noise,
There came forth a kind, gentle voice.
Our blinded eyes, once more, gained sight,
Led out of the night and into the light.
Literature
I Walk Alone Tonight
I walk alone tonight, just me
Through this field of daisy's and despair
I'm all alone, like I thought I would be.
I move around the marble sea,
And the broken hearts that need repair.
I walk alone tonight, just me.
I pass a few figures draped in ebony,
Together in mourn they share.
I'm all alone, like I thought it would be.
Your name etched into the stone, I see.
The harsh pains and feeling come back in a blare.
I walk alone tonight, just me.
You're the only one that held the key.
No one else could care.
I'm alone like I thought I would be.
Now it's time for me to break free,
And come tomorrow to visit you there.
I walk alon
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactAt the beginning part of this poem, I get the sense of a failing relationship. There are a lot of imagery in this, the wall, the hallway, trying to get up and possibly keep trying to do what you think is best. And then the end, I get the feeling that the speaker had nothing else better than to turn back to their friends, the people who we always laugh with, as if an emotional drug to make us feel alive again and see that there's really a bright side to life once you reach the end of the tunnel. I like this very much and it's easy to relate for a lot of people, not just me.