A Long Walk

January 3, 2008
By Haley Sobrero, Columbus, MT

A Long Walk

It took a while.
A few strikes,
A little black
A little blue.
For so long your
eyes had been closed.
Blinded by the only
voice that you hear.
The whispers in your ear.
The hitting,
It's getting you down.
Down Deeper.
Well, your brain is flying,
you can't stop crying.
So, wake up.
Come back to reality.
Yes, it's a long walk alone,
but you're not. So,
Wipe your tears with your sleeve,
It's okay to leave.

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