A time when the bench was my place to reflect
a haven of sanity in a young mind
unable to communicate thoughts kept within
not knowing what path to take
or how soon I would get out of my depression
had that blank facial expression!
The bench on the hill was a focal point to reach
away from the misery of home
surrounded by trees and a busy cross roads
just as my life in a daze reached
feeling there was no hope needing direction
with society had a disconnection!
This was over fifty years passed still remember
determination guided me to safety
avoiding the dark moments of spiraling despair
into drink and drugs addiction
found my own route away from the shady side
from life’s reality never did hide!
Where humans dwell misery is always too near
we should feel safe but live in fear!
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