I am trying to write words,
inspired by the words
that you sang for me;
I am trying to calm
the screaming in my head,
I am not certain
I am imagining or not;
I feel your pain--
at least,
I like to believe
I understand it.
Like you,
I want to create art;
I want little ghetto boys,
like the ones
we used to be,
to be inspired
for something greater
than themselves;
I am holding back tears
I wish I could have
cried for you
that day
when I heard;
instead,
I am writing this poem
for you, Donny,
in the hopes
that I believe
that everything
is bout to get better.
© 2012 Joseph Powell
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