Whitney

Where have you gone?

I search your gaze
Clinging to the hope
That the girl I know
Is hiding below the surface

Yet sometimes hope 
Is just a waste of energy 

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Listen closely...

Page empty
Mind whirling 
Words are plentiful
Yet why can’t I seem
To figure out
What to write?

I don’t understand 
This drought I’m going through
I yearn for a story
To flow from pen to page

It’s okay to cry
Is what I have heard

Sometimes it’s good to release
The overflowing lake
Of built up emotions 
That threatens to flood my life

I used to agree
But not anymore

Every tear that I release

One month,
Thats how much time I have wasted.
As I sat watching TV
Boredom taking its toll
My pen’s ink was drying.
Lack of use was affecting it.
I stared at blank pages
Before putting them away

A heart
Is but an organ,
Pumping blue blood
Throughout thy veins.

Yet somehow,
It is more
Than just another part
Of our bodies.

For a heart harbors
Emotions, feelings and passion

This is not justice. 
This is dishonorable.
Look at the way you alter
George Floyd’s legacy
It has now become one of violence
And crime

I know you are hurting
Feeling the life crumbling pain