The slow walk

February 23, 2009
By bdster7777777 BRONZE, Slatington, Pennsylvania
bdster7777777 BRONZE, Slatington, Pennsylvania
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Long black hair and chains from my belt,
a moonlit street is the path I walk on.
My heart beat's racing and I can taste fear in my sweat.
My ghost runs forward and my body stays in place.
I'm scared your scared we're all scared of this:

The moment when its time to make that choice;
the choice to take your path in your own hands.
I put one foot in front of the other,
and then repeat. I don't want to but I do.
I decide to stop myself from running away.

Instead I take the slow walk...

The author's comments:
This poem is written through my own personal experience of being upset and running away from home. I think it can also be taken as a description of the times when we don't know what to do so we just run away from the problem

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on Mar. 9 2009 at 11:57 am
xxalyxallurexx GOLD, Albrightsvill, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
you have nothing tho fear but fear itself

i really like this poem. i live in the same state as you im surprised how many poets live so close to me. your a good writter keep it up. im alyssa btw =]


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