Rage and
Anger are
Often the
Result of
A broken
Heart aimed
At no
One in
Particular but
Heard by
So many
Month: May 2020
Me (to Chloe)
Why don’t
You write
About you
You asked
I have
I said
It takes
The form
Of you
Silence
The things
That I’ve
Always sought
Are the
Things unspoken
Those tiny
Quiet muttering
Perhaps a
Mew or
A sigh
It’s in
Your silence
I know
You best
Trees
Standing in
A forest
Ax in
Hand I
Wonder how
To chop
A tree
Stopping and
Listening I
Realize that
Somethings are
Simple and
Better being
What they
Are rather
Than what
I want
Them to
Be in
My selfish
Little world
GeorgeFloyd II (rip)
We’re born
With ways
Left right
Boy girl
Then we
Learn things
Right wrong
Respect denial
Knowledge ignorance
Then we
Accept things
Love hate
Life death
What we
Don’t get
However is
Brutality power
Disgust cowardice
Those things
Shield us
From ourselves
Because we
Won’t accept
The others
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 