Mitchell Weidman Poems

the holding of hands is little to some,
But to others it is so much more,
many wont lend you their hand to walk,
so give them yours instead.
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you've helped me all these years,
pushed me and surpassed all my fears,
picked me up and wiped my tears,
I hold you close to my heart,
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My eyes are closed, things seem so real,
not sure if im dreaming or if life is perfect,
if im asleep let me dream,
but if things start to go bad,
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The hellish terrain i walk, barefooted and alone,
the deeper i look my vision is still blurry,
i cant grasp a hold of what im looking for,
as i call out for help i get no reply,
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The sun is high in the sky,
rays beating on him heavily,
no cars in sight for miles,
gravel road, cutting up his feet,
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The mourning will come when you are long gone,
while you continue to walk, and live life,
others won't view you like you matter till you don't exist,
the pain lies within the truth, and it needs to be told,
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Tonight I sleep with so many thoughts in my head,
Oh how I walk miles to reach my lonely bed,
Every night each one exactly the same,
Oh how it's only my fault I'm the only one to blame.
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i will rise above, and win this fight,
do what i must, to make it all right,
to set it all straight, and reset all anew,
to make this place better for me and you.
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