I can’t seem to
Pull my wits together
Perhaps this is what
Dying may be like
Preparing for the end
A deluge of memories
Rushing down the canyons
Of my previous life
Lifting and pulling yanking
And clearing and cauterizing
Laying waste to wasted
Years
And yes once again
I had my nightmares
Of greed and power
But they weren’t mine
I simply facilitated them
By my own dis-sins
Of disinterest and disloyalty
Dishonesty and disturbance
Disprove disarm and disgrace
Distant dislike and disappoint
Aren’t we all culprits
In crimes we allow
By disavowing the disemboweling
Of our own countrymen
Stand up stand together
And always stand strong
Against those who oppress
It hit hard like
Fresh cold mountain air
Making me gasp choke
News that wracked me
Like a lynch mob
Making me retreat from
The outside in as
The dust of devastation
Settled in my heart
My mind reeled a
Deep sea lure taken
And run unable to
Pull it back in
The news whatever it
Was then numbed me
And like a criminal
I denied my culpability
It was that bad
It is often said
The more you mourn
The longer they stay
Moored to this earth
By the weight of
Your sorrow unchain their
Pain and attach balloons
Of joy and happiness
Letting them float away
As high as the
Sky and well beyond
Sitting here and crying
Not really truly knowing
Wondering why thinking how
If leaving was easier
Than staying if ever
Between then and now
They asked what if
Is there such a
Thing as choice then
Or do we all
Just ride the same
Bus to the end
Of the same line
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 