That whisper
Of life
That you
Feel hands
Clenched there
When God
Has suddenly
Become someone
There when
You’re absolute
Turned to
Someone else
Who was
It your
Self why
Do we
Hear others
When we
Tend to
Listen only
To ourselves
Category: Romance
Lost (to John F.)
Some things
Are stamped
Pressed hard
In us
Not a
Tattoo or
Piercing but
Something deeper
Something left
Behind like
A parcel
Or note
And there
You discover
Only when
They’re gone
What you
Had lost
George
We are
But one
One heart
One soul
And when
One goes
Missing we
Seek to
Find them
Is it
A surprise
Then when
One is
Ripped from
Existence by
Another that
We don’t
Seek a
Voice to
Sound our
Pain do
Not prides
Of lions
Mourn their
Loss are
We different
From them
Thank you
George for
Your sacrifice
A (to GeorgeFloyd)
A man
A name
A meaning
A representation
A time
A cause
A reason
A voice
A chaos
And yet
Just a
Man a
Man that
Died because
He was
Black in
A white
World a
Voiceless man
Begging to
Breathe begging
For his
Momma a
Man knowing
He would
Die but
At the
Hands of
An oath
To serve
And protect
Serve whom
Protect what
We have
Failed in
This oath
America we
Have failed
HumanRace (to Mary)
And the
People erupted
Their hearts
Bled lava
It poured
Forth and
Burned cities
And homes
And even
It’s decimation
Doesn’t compare
To ages
Of tyranny
And oppression
What it
Can is
Free our
Souls to
Unite us
As one
Human race
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 