west to east

if thoughts could travel

surely you would have received mine by now

impulses travel quicker in the heat

my head keeps sending out reckless calamities

i know you'll make sense of it

just as you make sense of the situation you are in now

i won't turn and walk away

no matter what prognosis

the details between two worlds

somehow I'll know

don't argue with me love

today i wanted to trash a room made of concrete 

take anything and smash it against the walls

the sweetest lady that i visited she's in stage four

she's just holding on trying to make the best of what she's got left

and i reserve the right to be angry at God

why is the ones that love 

go through the most

sometimes it's definitely the time to move on

i see it all the time

and i still try to make sense of it

somewhere my father and my uncles

every single one of my grandparents 

they have the answers somewhere

but for now

i wonder about the struggles

i wonder about the good ones

and i wonder about the next time

i will try to trash a room

i hope for pebbles in a concrete room

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

An outstanding poem. You penned my emotions well.