Sometimes I Cry – Poem by Mario Vitale

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal

I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy

No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode

I suffer inside having no good reason to run away and hide

Still I seek for a higher power relax and take a hot shower

We each go through things in life amidst the given strife

Sparks fly through the duration inside my brain lest I refrain

I cry for the lonely hustler on the street trying to get something to eat

I cry for the widow in her deep affliction

I cry for the humble in every situation

So I take my time to write down a list

To show what I’m thankful for

A reason by which to explore

A pause to reflect on a sparkling array of blissful care

I thank God everyday as I bow my knee to pray

Others may claim it ought not be that way

Yet who are they any way

One needs a heart saturated with love

love is the essence of one’s inner existence

Never join in the resistance

Some times I cry in my dreams

evil screams things that come from a world so very mean

I cry for the poor in their affliction

Life was never intended to be easy

How you fought so hard and fierce

My one truest love is gone from here

A challenge to be free is a question of time

My one solution is using my mind

Living on the edge and it’s going to my head

Sitting up at night all alone in bed

Following the rainbow to the sky

I see a vision of you pass me by

Our war we’re in is almost over

it’s so hard to believe I lost a lover

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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