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Fear for Thought
The streets are grim,
but there is Life to be had...
Your heart is racing,
and the party is yet to be over...
Addiction is your friend,
and only in times of desperation...
Please be here for me,
For I AM alone...
Alone is my nighttime,
It meets me here...
Takes me out,
And feeds my fear...
The streets are grim,
but there is Life to be had...
MY heart is racing,
and the party is yet to be over...
You fall into the pattern,
that only a street gangster knows...
It consumes you,
It becomes you...
MY streets are grim,
but there is Life to be had...
...,
Exactly...
No "one more time's",
Not for "old times sake" either...
not even to hide,
away from your fears...
The streets are grim,
but you've fought the addiction...
After all...There is Life to be had...
Now greatful for Life,
you hold your head high...
And never take for granted,
the clouds in the sky...
Streets no longer grim,
We have finally moved on...
To another Life,
another time...
very sweet and professionally done this poem... sure I am not wrong if I say you are good poet with new subjects to express... hope you will like my expression of love based peace thoughts too( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with.... afzal shauq ) hope my this famous say is the only answer to your questions raising in your mind about the happiest collective life.... yeah... we belong to same family of Adam...and we are true cousins..indeed