THE WALL…
It is mostly during the nights that they come and visit and check on me. How I see the hearts, souls, voices, of boys becoming men in a wrong place at the wrong time, yet, they made their mark on me. How can I forget… if I ever forget… it would have been for nothing… I refuse to believe in nothingness!!! There are times when they scare me by their appearance but at times their visits are friendly, caring, touching me, trying to encourage me to move on, I hesitate not wanting to leave them alone with each other in the place of death… I want to bring them back into the world of the living… they don’t respond when I call their names… I wake up screaming their names… then I know they are on the other side of life… a place they can’t cross physically any longer and I can’t cross into their world… but our spirits unite and we talk about the good old days… we remember the songs… the talk of going home… to getting back with our families and friends… to be back on the block… then we realize it can never be there again… I am thankful of their presence in my life… come back soon my brothers… come back soon… There will be a time to sing the old songs, to dance, to remember the talks of going home, and to say thanks for being my friends my brothers and sisters… I LOVE YOU… I MISS YOU… YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN…