Walking

Brothers,

Ok.....so I emailed that dark poem Anderson to the teacher who does the literary magazine at my school. It bounces back because the email on our school system was broken. A sort of sign, I think, kind of like, God tryna tell me to rewrite, slightly less angry....because I'm all bout the fileo...and Anderson was a little to angry at myself. So yea, I'm gonna reuse from lines from Anderson, but this is be a better poem.

God Bless
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Walking

Sitting out on the sidelines,
Outside of society's guidelines,
Alone; rolling through town,
Shy; not making a sound,
Those lonely days have passed,
My solitude constricts me like a steel cast,
Fed up with cold brick walls,
You'll hear my voice ricoocheting from these high school halls,
I can't take this solitude anymore,
I'll come thundering down like the mythological Thor,
Some things I did in the past were wrong,
This is why I'm singing this remorseful song,
My jail bars burst open,
I was tired of all the self mopin',
My anxious energy was used for evil deeds,
Then angels began planting the right seeds,
The darkness rolled back,
After a giant spiritual thundercrack,
I stepped through the door,
To a place I'd never truly been before,
A man stands there and smiles,
He pushes my wrongs away in piles,
He knows I'm not accepted on this earth,
He knows why I've cried to him since deformed birth,
He sees through this school,
How all the girls and boys can be cruel,
When theres a bunch of flowers near a cactus,
If they speak; the flowers lose their social status,
His minions send us dreams,
We see birght ethereal gleams,
Through him I'm spitting rhymes,
I'm jumping over this caste system's borderlines,
I'm the resident cripple,
And I'm starting a righteous ripple,
I still can see that man outside my gate,
He and I are linked by fate,
He knows my every thought,
He knows that in the wrong things I have sought,
He understands my deepest desires,
That sometimes I get caught in the meaningless crossfires,
I've been discarded by the discarded,
I can't believe that some of you even speculate if I'm retarded
Perhaps it's cuz I am,
I flirt like a battering ram,
Nobody seems to listen,
Perhaps they'll see his holy sword glisten,
I've found a reason to decree
That I want to be; his strong and fruitful tree,
I let in the sunlight,
My savior's given me his sight,
In a moment all sins I commited fades away,
And I'm waiting for that beutiful day,
When I am no longer desperately stalking,
When I'll be strolling down the mountain, walking, walking, walking....