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Sean Trott Poem
The Fight for Life
As you approach this battle keep your head held high
Because faith and positivity will help you thrive
This fight is one where all of our family will be involved
No problem no illness approaches us that we cannot solve
You are a strong woman but together we will not be beat
You are not alone we will all keep you on your feet
These treatments will not be easy they will not seem possible to endure
Remember these treatments could be the only cure
We need you to fight this battle and accept our support
The courage to get through is something you cannot be taught
Courage comes from the deepest darkest place in your heart
But courage will shine through during the darkest of parts
Your strength is admired your smile is cherished and sweet
You have to believe that cancer is something you can defeat
Keep smiling and showing others that you have hope
That you are not afraid to ski down this very steep slope
We all believe in you and that you will conquer this war
When it all is over we will all value our lives so much more
I speak for the family when I say GOOD LUCK and STAY STRONG
We will be here beside you the whole way no matter how long
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Sean Trott Poem
A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me
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At the end of sanity I stand here misunderstood
Wondering if my life will improve or if I should
Let my inner feelings and fear come true
It is hard to fight anymore I don’t know what to do
I am beaten, battered, tired and worn
All hope and faith seems so far gone
Sutures close wounds and leave scars in their place
The damage is taking a toll on my face
I appear afraid yet I am not scared
I refuse to give up because no one cared
I gather my thoughts placing my hands on my head
I feel hopeless whether alive or dead
As if I had a chance coming from a broken home
Left with only the streets and a coin for the phone
But I have no one to call no one who cares
There is no one who will wipe away my tears
Who will understand if I end my journey today?
Will they realize it was not cowardly and I had no way?
To recover from the damage of the first part of my life
I ask myself these questions as I search for a knife
I find a blade quite shiny, spotless and clear
And in the reflection I see me standing there
What a sad soul he just needed some love
Someone to look beyond his shell and go above
The end is here I begin to slice
Why was I placed on earth to live this life?
Here goes nothing its my time go
Pay attention to your loved ones because you never know
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2 days away from the woman of my dreams
It’s taking forever to get here or so it seems
I want to fast forward hurry up and make her mine
I want to see her beautiful eyes filled with sunshine
Her eyes drew me in reminding me of the deep blue see
When I looked deeply into them good life I could see
We talked until she fell asleep most nights
But I stuck awake wanting to turn on the lights
So I could see her beauty shining once again
Sometimes I did click the light now and then
I never thought being here in love would ever come true
But now I sit here as proof that it could happen to you
Her mother told me once she wanted her daughter to know love that was dear
Well I promised her that love had lied right here
That I would take care of her daughter and her I would never try to replace
I was not certain of the look on her mother’s face
But I Hope it was just worry in form of a knot
Because I promise to never break her daughter’s heart
Instead I will be the rock in which she can always lean on for support
I will utilize every lesson in love, I was ever taught
Not sure how to say it but thank you for this beautiful creation
She is the most beautiful woman of the entire nation
My princess my queen whatever she prefers
As long as she is mine and I am hers
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I hate how I look
My life is a book
Page after page
I am still full of rage
I sit here alone
No one answers the phone
No one to listen
I am stuck here missing
I wish someone would care
Or at least recognize that I am here
I am not invisible but I feel unseen
Does anybody out there no what I mean
I talk to myself because I am always here
Sick of whining sick of shedding tears
I am tired of helping others who don’t appreciate
Damn tired of all those who choose to hate
Who I am and where I been in the past
So sick of nice guys finishing last
I take it out on my girl even though she loves me so much
I am afraid my illness will slowly crush
All feeling she has deep in her heart
But I will continue to fight with all that I got
I never gave up although once I gave in
But I couldn’t accomplish the ultimate sin
I took pills and woke up full of regret
And till this day I will never forget
Where I been and the road I traveled
I am losing control of my lifelong battle
Just want someone to listen so I can stand free
Is there anybody out there feeling like me
I wake up weaker than the day before
But the baby is screaming he needs more
Time I don’t have to share all day
I wish I had time to sit and play
But instead I am stuck in the sink
Dish after dish I continue to think
Why me and why has no one noticed the change
Can’t they see my life is starting to rearrange
So much to get done yet no ****ing time
Sick of being here trying to produce a rhyme
Why do I vent to paper page after page
Because the ****ing paper filters my rage
Because it seems like I am talking to myself
When al I am looking for is help
I am not crazy just misunderstood
Why can’t the feelings that I do have always be good
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Wondering if your days are numbered or coming to an end
Who do I turn to for help on who’s guidance can I depend?
I don’t know how to feel because nothing has been determined to be certain
But I know it’s hard to except that it could be my time to close the curtain
Leaving behind my family that I have worked hard to assemble
The thought of being away from them all makes me tremble
Why must I wait to find out my results why make me suffer
Tell me now not in months if I should enjoy my last supper
I feel that I have no Idea what to expect in the next year
But I am certain that the worst outcome is something I fear
I just cannot fathom missing every day I am blessed to breathe
I want to hear that it’s in fact not my time to leave
I want to know that I deserve a fighting chance to live
Even if I have to spend every ounce of my heart to give
Let it be known my family my wife my kids are my world
How could you destroy me after I finally got my little girl?
I beg I plead promise me you will grant me more time
Place me at the bottom of a mountain impossible to climb
I will show you I can make it to the highest peak
And if you grant me health powerful words I will speak
I will explain to all to value everyday that they awake
And to believe in themselves for goodness sakes
So many lose faith in the face of adversity
And for the first time that person is me
I don’t know how to deal with this type of emotion
I am hoping someone somewhere holds the magic potion
If not for me please grant me life for the sake of my wife
For she deserves to live a very good life
Without me in her corner or her not in mine
Neither one of us could possibly shine
We shine when our van is full of all 5 of our kids
If there is an auction who sells life I want to place my bids
I will take the chance for the opportunity to start all over
My journey may be ending I am searching for a four leaf clover
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Invisible cell
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to die?
Have you ever been asked? And forced to tell a lie
If I were to die I want it to be quick and painless
Respectfully so I can finish my life shameless
All my life well at least a very long time
Feeling like I’m stuck in prison without knowing the crime
Like prison I mean locked up in a cell
My illness like the warden forbidden for me to tell
The people around me what was wrong
They looked up to me for being strong
My emotions may seem to come at you in every direction
I’m putting myself out there in search for protection
From the pain, anguish and struggle
Too much going on at once for me to juggle
Please go on reading my life I really hope you do
I can’t get past the fact we are strangers, yet my heart feels safe with you
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Please note when reading this poem note that the letters in the right collumn will spell the title of this depressing piece of mine.
S tuck here wondering how I really look
U nder the surface deep in every little nook
F ar under the grey that lies in the shadow
F ar beyond the black area that is narrow
E verything found deep within
R emembering each and every last sin
I nsanity overwhelming I have lost my mind
N ever finding what I lnoged to find
G oing down fast please break my fall
M emories of my past tookover and will not stall
A nd I continue to admit my wrongs and present all of my Worst
N ever given warning that my bubble could burst
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You could be me
I stand here as you just pass me by
You walk past not even a glance and I ask myself why?
Everyone is always looking for someone in need of help
I am not standing here with this backpack to better my health
I and others like me are among your kind
If you look closer at us the similarities between us you will find
So many of us were just like you in the past
So many more of us will come we are not the last
Lives fall apart day after day
Avoiding poverty for some there is no way
Fact is you could become me before I could become you
Then others would judge you like me they always do
They will categorize you as homeless and treat you as lazy
People will cross the road because they think you are crazy
People will run, hide and avoid any chance to see
That anyone could end up on the streets like me
They can run and Hide but they can never avoid
The fact that there is no warning before life is destroyed
Then you like I will hope someone see you instead of passing you by
We are not invisible we are just like all of you we Live and we Die
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The start of a new day begins so early
At least for this man
so big so burly
I awake like a truck hit me
the night before
Wishing I could have slept
just and hour more
But I need to provide for my family
so I push through
Someday I hope to relax
and enjoy the morning dew
But until my time comes
I will work through this struggle
So glad that I possess
the ability to juggle
I will end by stating
I am not alone in this thought
And as a father like many out there
this lesson needs to be taught
We have to show our children
what to do and what to say
But most important is to feel greatful for receiving
another day.
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