Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
Waiting to hear “I miss you”Wishing you’d show you careHoping to trust our futureVeiling the love we shared Thinking you’d say you’re sorryLonging for you to admit your guiltStarving for words that feed meThirsting for the trust we spilt Hiding the pain inside meLiving this life alonePretending we can recover… I’m tired of waiting
Keep listening [to] music
Kind, loyal man
Kills living monsters
We needa shot in the arma double doseof spiritto guard our heartsfrom polluted prosethat crushesempathy’s pulse
Hitting backspace, delete, erase, and purge
Cancelling histories of contemptible captains
No regrets
for past
stumbles, scrapes, and scars
shape my resilient, rhythmic life.
The brave are fierce and few
Valiantly facing fiery gust
With grit and gumption.