Poems by James Sadwick

Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.

The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.

The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.

Listen to this untold story
About you and me,
Where we write our own tale
Of how we win or fail.

Life is a series of choices
Which haunt us with voices.
They can either strengthen
Or they can weaken.

I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."

I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I want to live happily?

Surrounded by poverty,
The cravings of obesity,
Those dreams of reality.
Why can't they just see
I want to be all I can be?

I try to live with simplicity,
But I get hit with hostility.
People keep telling me
You won't live happily.

Forget all this negativity.
I'm going against normality,
Living a life of morality
In a world full of brutality.

Spitting out blasphemy,
Using profanity.
Why not be in harmony?
Treat strangers like family.

Going to love unconditionally,
I know my personality.
Don't need this scrutiny.
I know who I will be,
Just watch and see.