the cold life

 Walking down the cold sidewalk,
you see people hurt mentally and physically and there is no way to help them,
you hear their cry, but cannot answer them,
you run towards them to make their life a new,
but by the time you get to them they are gone,
you feel a tingle on your shoulder and realize its raining,
you keep walking in the poring raining waiting for someone to help you,
you realize that you are starting to become the people you tried to save,
there no way out of this life, but you don't believe that,
you run around trying to reach the ones you love with no answer or remorse,
and eventually you realize that this tormenting life has no end and it continues on in agony for all eternity,
that the pain will never stop,
the rain will continue to poor,
and the agonizing life that you've created for yourself will never end,
but continue on until someone crosses the road like you did to try and save someone from this agonizing life,
a guardian angel taking you to the great white light of night.


Walking
                                                                                                       down
                   the
                                                   cold
                                                                                                                              sidewalk,
            you
                                         see
                                                                                    people
                                                                                                               hurt
              mentally
                                               and
                                                                                                                              physically
                    and
                                 there
                                                             is  
                                                                                                                    no        
                       way
   to  
                                                                                      help  
                                            them,

                           you
                                                                                                               hear
                                                        their
 cry,
                                       but

                 cannot
                                                                             answer
                                                                                                                                                          them,

                                      you
                                                 run
                                                                                                             towards
 them
                                                                 to
                                                                                                 make
                                                                                                                                         their
                   life
                                         a
                                                                new,


but by the time you get to them they are gone, you feel a tingle on your shoulder and realize its raining, you keep walking in the poring raining waiting for someone to help you,
you realize that you are starting to become the people you tried to save, there no way out of this life,


                                                     but                                                          you


 don't believe that, you run around trying to reach the ones you love with no answer or remorse, and

eventually you realize that this tormenting life has no end and it continues on in agony for all eternity,

               
              That                                                               the


pain will never stop, the rain will continue to poor, and the agonizing life that you've created for yourself will never end, But continue on until someone crosses the road like you did to try and save someone from this agonizing life, a guardian angel taking you to the great white light of night.

Explanation:
My image is the words falling down like rain onto the cold streets which are described in my poem. It tells the story of a person who wishes to help, and gets that chance but is forced to take the place of the person he saved and must wait for someone else to take their place. The character try's to reach out to the ones they loved and the people that they thought loved them and realize that no one will take their place because the life they are going to live is a life of agony and sadness that no one wants to live.