I don’t think about
My past I leave
It alone like the
Sleeping devil it is
At least at rest
It’s no longer conjuring
But during my sleep
Is when my innocence
Is stolen like selfish
Uncles to nephews and
Nieces pawed at undressed
And used for their
Own wicked incestuous pleasure
In sleep is when
My demons dance leaving
Me to wonder if
Because of my own
Behavior here on earth
If eternity like sleep
Will be damned just
Like my nighttime’s are
Category: Start/End Relationships
ThatLittleLump (to Bean)
Sometimes we can’t shake
The shambles that we
Left something in it’s
Impossible to clean house
Completely when you know
That there’s a bin
Filled with painful memories
Tucked in some corner
I have to steely
Myself to even approach
Much less open it
What I want to
Avoid is the tsunami
Of emotion I know
Is coming I want
To flee rather than
Confront I want to
Dismiss to hide things
Under the rug of
My life and pretend
That the little lump
At the far corner
Is not in fact
The beating heart of
Someone that I loved
So many years ago
2023
I decided to leave
Much of what remained
Of my past in
2022 I just didn’t
Or was unwilling to
You know drag those
Bags ahead with me
Because here’s the thing
Those who gave me
The bags which I
Continue to carry on
Aren’t here to help
My back is sore
OnlyEverWant
I ended something which
Should not have begun
I knew that it
Wasn’t meant to be
But my own weakness
Crippled my better judgment
Never enter something compromised
Because when you grow
Stronger and gain footing
The thing called marvelous
Will no longer be
Have when you want
Never when you need
Aftermath
And now one week
After the shelling stopped
Seven days post Armageddon
Things are coming back
Nature has a way
Of reclaiming what most
Of humanity allegedly conquered
Pounding and pounding and
Pounding its angry fists
But in the silence
In the deep sigh
Life slowly creeps delicately
Cautiously creeps back home
Much like love will
Once they are gone
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 