The sting
of wounds
like those
of memories
hurt but
not long
for scars
be skin
or thought
hide those
very things
that pierced
Month: May 2024
IYouWeUs
I warrior
you squire
I know
you feel
two men
who more
than ready
for battle
I no
longer feel
having scars
but you
feel each
and every
ding and
chink whincing
me spectacle
you spectator
each doing
his own
for life
Peace (for Bean)
I hope
that you
will find
the peace
that I
could never
give you
but that’s
what peace
was never
meant to
be coming
from me
all I
tried to
give you
was love
which you
never wanted
so your
peace you
can find
for yourself
Inn
I am
akin to
an inn
I can
provide shelter
some comfort
a place
to warm
but only
if you
find your
way here
you are
the traveler
and I
the stop
Twilight
Twilight is
my favorite
the city
slows the
lights dim
thoughts come
and go
like horses
on merry
go rounds
and quiet
takes hold
like whispers
waiting to
be answered
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 