Below is the poem entitled Finding a Cure which was written by poet
Hays. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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How can the hatred be restored?
How many late nights with the cold last
Till we shudder away
How can night turn to day
When every place you look
Has a voice crying out
Don't you see it?
Are we blind to those who seek
A warm hug or just some words
Do we run from the finish line cause
If we reach it we'll never stop
The regret of their leaving the cries to
Catch their breath, holding on to their
Are we so torn in our minds think things
We need to gain the courage to stop the race
And turn our backs to the ones in need
They fade to a whisper as our presence
Grows near the whistle blows, they've run
Now their gone the decision too late
But move on, take the trophy that was
Meant to shine, allow yourself to release
For you have helped no matter what
They're there, safe and sound
And all you need to do is keep your
feet running upon the ground.