What have we become?
As i walk along the cold, wet bay,
the waters rush and the ocean sways,
my feet covered in sticky sand,
and looking up i noticing the land.
The hilltops curve, the puddles steep,
over i go, with a leap.
In the distance, there stands a boy,
tiredly walking, with his Teddy toy.
Suddenly bursting from a nearby bush,
a large teenager gives him a push.
The small child by now falls to the ground,
and the teenager reaches over,
and starts to pound.
I stand there staring, too cowardly to help,
and the small child gives a yelp.
I turn my back, not wanting to be the same,
going back the way i came.
I still see those images today,
The kid now in a hole in the ground,
and i wonder if i should have entered the fray.
Walking down to that same cold, wet bay,
And if i walked into the water, and did not stop, would the images stay away?
- Ryan Convery
- Dedicated to those who have been murdered or took their own lives because of bullying, and to remind people that they should always help those in need, and that there is always help to be found.





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