My Walk

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My Walk My Walk

Poem by: Tyrone Slade

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Genre: Memoir

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The steps that lead me here. This poem is my attempt to capture the pride, struggle, the knowing need for things to change, and the knowledge that God is needed for this change to happen.

Summary

The steps that lead me here. This poem is my attempt to capture the pride, struggle, the knowing need for things to change, and the knowledge that God is needed for this change to happen.

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Submitted: November 23, 2006

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Submitted: November 23, 2006

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I have gone far on this road to the doors of hell,

I hopeI make it to heaven,

I flip a quarter into a wishing well.

I walk these streets, I live to die,

Couriosity killed the cat,

I suggest you let sleeping dogs lie.

My mind is far beyond the range of human eyes,

Only the seas and skys,

Are my spectators and judges,

My wrath and I go together like sexual lovers.

A child of hell on earth,

I was raised in the dirt, the truth hurts,

So I live in a dark masqurade,

In my room with thoughts,

That just seem to polish my rage.

I find myself praying and praying,

Prayer is the only thing that bothers my pains.


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