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WRITCO MEAN STREETS
The more time I spend writing here
The more I come to know
That there are some great people
Bur some ..hmm I just don’t know

Most of them are hurting and don’t want to have a clue
Or from the dark depths of the comments
They come to cancel you

People compress all their pain
They nurture it with sorrow
For all they know they’ll never be
Come today or come tomorrow

It’s easier to wallow in the shallows of their pain
It means they get to leave it safely packed away again

People have their cross to bare and all of different weight
Depending how much mental pain their mind can really take

There’s no such thing as normal in this increasing crazy world
Time is just repeating in a fundamental whirl

War is war and can’t be right there IS a better way
They don’t want people knowing because they like the wage it pays

Just like two children and playground fights
They teach you no that isn’t right
Talk it out, don’t raise your fists
A conversation with no pink mist

But spare a thought for others
Who’ll never know those dizzy heights
Ignorant they have a bed that’s safe
for them tonight

Take each day and live it well as each could be your last
Spreading love and happiness will come back to you fast

The decent ones amid a crowd of others buried deep
You have to try each one for size and see which ones too keep

There a special shiny soul that glints a different hue
Something deep inside connects because they’re made for you

The rubbish has been thrown aside and there you found your other
The other half of you..your soul
Not family kin or brother

The other half of you completes when you both come together
A child that’s made from your true love
Forever binds your tether





© katMaddi