David Wicks Poems

This is true movement.
This is physical freedom.
A way of life, a path of destiny.
Reaching new heights, new places, new goals.
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My life seems cut off by a door.
I lay here, dying, with a stare.
I lay here, dying, without a care.
And I lie here, dying, on the floor,
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Cold is your heart,
You creature of darkness,
You soulless person of hate!
I loved you, you hurt me,
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Can't you all see
The Hater to be?
This cold hearted soul
Residing in me?
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Gaze to the sun;
Such a beautiful sight,
But burning my retinas for it is too bright.
A shadow blocks the ray's path to my eyes;
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I start my run and I sprint towards the wall,
Standing ahead, about 6 feet tall.
I run and jump two yards away,
Here to practice Parkour today.
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Watch as the flames dart across this black sky.
Wait for the sound of the Hell Banshee's cry.
Alone here on Earth, regretting thy birth,
The world lies alone with a single man walking.
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Sometimes
When I feel like I'm nothing, I cry.
Sometimes
When I'm lonely, I wish I could die.
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The only one I have is you.
Can you promise this too?
Will you always be mine?
Because I'll always be thine.
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I'm sitting here
At the end of all things,
And my best wishes go
To all human beings,
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