He has a name, lives does he in a neighborhood,
You have met him before, perhaps a lifetime ago in school,
He still lives.
He knows of many people and he'll meet many more, not a
Friend is he,
I saw him once before, not in a dream but in my
More than one time did I meet him, he thought he was
He followed me through my younger days or waited for me
To get to school.
He never goes away fore he is the cowardly bully who
Waits every day,
Always seeking out the weak, scared, and usually the
The bully torments until his weakness and cowardly ways
Are found out,
Although he will lose his power, again he is born with
I still to this day see the bully and he has many faces
He can no longer touch me, He knows i'm not afraid.
The bully goes to far and each day he disappears.
The memories of being bullied in our childhood years, they never, go, away, they stay with us, forever, haunting us, every day and, every, night of our, lives…
Thanks for reading.
On Fri, Nov 12, 2021 at 6:34 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
As I shared with another, who writes extensively on the topic, if you can’t leave it behind, but find yourself constantly thinking and writing about it, you haven’t let it go and you may also be becoming a bully in a different form. Bullies beget bullies. That’s how they became. No one is born a bully. It’s a learned and trained behavior, and yes, they are wrong, but I think they too never forgave or let go, turning their hate on others.
let it go many years ago but I write from my memories too. I just have learned not to be bullied.
On Fri, Jan 28, 2022 at 1:02 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
I think the sharing is good. I was speaking more about other’s I have seen writing. All the best.
Thanks for reading,
On Sat, Jan 29, 2022 at 8:00 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: