The sky resembles
The chalk laden
Blackboard of my
Youth that had
Yet to be
Wiped with a
Wet shammy damp
Deerskin that wipes
The mistakes of
Yesterday and cleans
The board to
Pristine kind of
Like New Years
When last year
Is wiped away
Ready for 2021
Celebrate this world
Next year will
Be better I
Promise every one.
And with one
Hand I pulled
Myself from sleep
For with the
Other I was
Holding you there
Unsure which was
The nightmare here
Awake and alone
Or there asleep
Knowing that you
Were the one
Dreaming of me
Remember those birds
That are caged
See those that
Fly as odd
Just be you
And don’t worry
About the others
Let them be
As they you
Not knowing what
You want is
Different than getting
What you don’t
One is active
The other passive
Either chase or
Choose choosing is
Horrible and lends
Itself to heartache
Chasing is active
Exhausting and difficult
Showing you what
You and your
Life is worth
Simply to another
Capture or lose
You flattered someone
Standing atop the
Hill of battle
Surveying the carnage
And self destruction
I decide to
Stop with what
I have left
Men are formidable
Foes cunning strategic
Strangers in everything
Including love war
And simply life
No war or
Love was ever
Won without retreat
For many have
Fallen except me
I stand alone
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 