Down
I walk along sometimes looking up and not down
But I’ve had enough of looking low to the ground
For each step is by myself - alone and sad
Thinking of the good and sometimes stuck on the bad
Could there be a sweep to clean
To take away what I find as obscene
And so when the past rises up again
The hurt and pain will fail in the end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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