Walk the
Sidewalk
How many
worlds of lonely souls?
Always
hitting chins on the edge of cold
Their
warmth inanimate, brings tears dry
An inward
sob that forces them to lie
Walk the
sidewalk with eyes downcast
Pain can
be seen but pity is worse than outcast
Sounds of
happiness are voices but they hear only theirs
Torment
is made more bearable to their ears
But they
make happy for the mind is their counselor
As the
lonely know so well their inner formula
Strength
is their coincidence which is itself a smile
But there’s
no free so look for the broken straight-edge dichotomy
Vices
that hold and the struggle that bites
See, this
world is godless and neither hope nor prayer fights
No shame
for they’re not cowards of life but risk again
The cuts
and abuse just make determination the defiant pain
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