Only God Knows

Only God knows

They say life goes on, but you’re not here?

My grandmother tells me that only God knows;

so I want to see that man and ask him why.

I’m upset and your memories are with me still.

I didn’t even get to see you out or say goodbye.

I’m left asking why, but only God knows.

Seeking a response but my calls go unanswered.

They tell me that I have to move on,

but I’ll never get a call or visit from you again.

I go to your home, but you’re not there.

Knock on the door for days, but no one comes out.

Why did you have to leave me here alone?

I will never hear you laugh again.

Never come to you for advice in the dead of night.

Never laugh at your attempts to dance or be smooth.

Why did a true friend have to end up gone?

Only God knows.


©2017 Taihair Brown


Walk This World Alone


I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

A man with no place to call his home.

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

The soundtrack, a soft and lonely saxophone. .

I am not afraid to walk this world alone—

to explore what, to me, is the unknown.

I’m am not afraid to walk this world alone,

when everyone else has left me on my own.


©Taihair Brown 2017

Happy Family

*I should place a disclaimer. If you are easily offended then you might not want to read. I could be overreacting myself, but I rather take peoples feelings into consideration just to make sure*

I put the gun to my head, pause

Think for a minute…

Lower it slowly and I point it at her

The fear in her eyes betrays her thoughts

How can she not feel the same?

Does she not understand my sadness?

It’s that selfishness

That mentality that has us here

Supposed to be one big happy family

Now she’s begging, crying

Give me a minute to think

“Where’s the baby? Where is she?”

Only god knows I tell her

But we’ll be together again soon

I see her sadness evaporate

Exploding into anger cursing me

Turning back around, firing

Hole melts the wall

As does her anger

That face of fear and terror returns

See bitch, this is your fault

That same manner of putting me down

Trying to break me

That’s what got you here

Crying will do very little

Now be quiet, I need to think

Bitch, scream for help one more time…….

Take one last sip from the glass

Putting the gun to my head

I turn and look to her

Staring into eyes like the first time we met

Slowly pulling on the trigger….

It fires….

Two to her chest

She lays motionless

A still angel, forever beautiful

I go and grab the baby

She’s peaceful…….

Daddy loves you I tell her

Sitting down next to my still angel

Lifting her up

Her head gently on my shoulder

Together we’ll be forever

The love of three

For the last time, breathe

I put the gun to my head

We can once again be a happy family

Now and forever in the grace of God……

Copyright ©2012 Taihair Brown

There She Sits

I saw a lady sitting lonely at the bus stop
Bus came and went, she stayed still as I watched
Alone wrapped in her blankets,
The wind bit at her as winter began its visit
All her belongings in a Wal-Mart cart
Nothing to remember her if she were to depart
Maybe some pictures of a life she once inhabited
Those last memories, guarded
There she sits
Bundled still shivering in the cold
To the passing kids, she’s a sight to behold
Pointing fingers and staring
Adults walk by without ever caring
Yet, she asks for nothing for that’s what she has
To have something would tease, for it would not last
What image does she see when see closes her eyes?
Does it carry her away or is she saying her goodbyes?
To all she left behind…..
Maybe she sits and prays to the divine
Or maybe she curses it in cold hell
What did she do wrong? What wrong turns? Or did HE fail?
There she sits
Alone facing off in the wind
Her face battered and bruised by Father Time and his kin
Taking turns at what once might have been,
something beautiful now hidden by haggard skin
Her hair tangled and ensnared in its self
When was her last shower, other than rain water she’s felt?
A figure forgotten by society
Or ignored, no denying it
She sits and talks to herself
Or figures which, we who watch, cannot see or be felt
There she sits
A lone figure in the dark
When you sleep, she sits yet to depart
Till the sun rises to a new day
and society shoos her away
Pushing her aside like simple trash
Away, hidden like a disgusting rash
For now, she stares into emptiness
So until then…
There she sits

Copyright © 2011 Robert Brown