One Left

At the start, there were many
just like me: a town full of us.
Now, my heart stays empty.
A store once stood where I
am standing. A church, once
alive, has been laid to rest.
A school that once thrived
is now a page in the history
books. A hospital that once
stood strong is long gone.
Many fled the tiny town,
and some stayed to face
the inevitable destruction
coming their way. Lives
were lost in the small war.
All I could do was watch
as fire surrounded, leaving
me stranded. Many years
later, there is only one left.
I am the man who made it.
I survived life’s greatest
test, and I see the world
for what it is. I am blessed
to be the only one left.

Day Ones

Shoutout to my day ones! They keep me grounded.
My day ones have been there; they have been
around. They were there to keep me safe – to help
me, even if it was late. My day ones showed me
a light that was kept from my sight. Day in,
day out, life became more important. Life
suddenly was a flame that could now be tamed.
In the midst of chaos, we would not focus on
the loss. We had fun with no attention paid
to the cost. My day ones are real ones. I know
I can count on them. They know I am there
for them, and I always have been. Day one:
our lives began. Then, we noticed the fast
hands of time. Now, we wish we can hit
rewind. Time’s flown, and my friends and I,
well, we are grown. Regardless, my day
ones may have aged, but our love for each-
other has come and has remained the same.

The Way it Was

Let’s take it back

to the way it was

before the rain

dropped from above.

The days were green;

the sun surfaced often

as it illuminated dreams

people were caught in.

Impossible to notice,

my life has changed

as my eyes grow wiser

than my age – and memories

become rearranged

as my soul reaches

the next stage.

Stereo-Type

Genre-Bender, a true game changer

With touches of spice and pinches of seasoning,

Developed in a person hiding in danger

To create a new genre with no reasoning.

Why must a sound hit every ear the same?

To make one hear the normal created.

She held back an identity not easily tamed

To function in a world not so shaded.

As her sound waves exited the stereo,

I appreciated her genre,

The parts that made her sound different.

and the notes she hit that reminded me

Of my mamma.

When the song ended, I realized

her purpose and my stereo-type.

Her antennas told a story of personal demise

Yet her sound was so ripe.

I cannot listen to just one song of hers

Because it reveals a life quite mixed

And I cannot open just a few doors

As her genre enters a heart now fixed.

Chest Peace

As my chest notices a familiar burn,

Waves of relief course through my veins.

Washing out pain and concern

As each inhale breaks my chains.

My memory fades from white to black

When clouds quickly escape lungs deflated.

Exiting a dark place exisiting in the back

Of my brain, the part most shaded.