The mind
Wages war
When the
Heart goes
Empty sometimes
It can’t
Contain the
Dirth of
Emotion or
Accept its
Own drought
It’s then
When levees
Are breached
Sending torrents
Of insanity
Ashore saturating
Every one
Category: Recollections
Pain
Rage and
Anger are
Often the
Result of
A broken
Heart aimed
At no
One in
Particular but
Heard by
So many
Me (to Chloe)
Why don’t
You write
About you
You asked
I have
I said
It takes
The form
Of you
Silence
The things
That I’ve
Always sought
Are the
Things unspoken
Those tiny
Quiet muttering
Perhaps a
Mew or
A sigh
It’s in
Your silence
I know
You best
Trees
Standing in
A forest
Ax in
Hand I
Wonder how
To chop
A tree
Stopping and
Listening I
Realize that
Somethings are
Simple and
Better being
What they
Are rather
Than what
I want
Them to
Be in
My selfish
Little world
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 