Orphan

“Orphan”

I don’t want to sleep.

I don’t want to rest.

Does that mean,

I’m failing this test?

Is it a test or measure?

Some sort of quiz?

Normally at those things,

I’m a little bit of a whiz.

This is so very different.

Suddenly I’m an orphan now.

Very simply put.

I just don’t know how.

Dg

2-18-20

After Dad

“After Dad”

I should be asleep now.

I go from a million things on my mind.

Then utterly nothing.

I can think of or find.

I am restless,

I am so weary.

Even the brightest days,

Just feel dreary.

I would like I say I have answers.

I simply do not.

So I plod through every day.

With all I have got.

All I have got.

Should I be angry or sad?

Maybe even mad?

I must figure out life,

After Dad.

Dg

02-17-20

"Trying To Breathe"

  

Everything all askew.

I am losing my mind.

And I’ve no promise of any tomorrow.

There is nothing waiting for me to find.

  

For seven pushing eight years,

I believe what I’ve done is right.

But it’s left me in a darkened cage.

Nothing left but blight.

  

I’ve no recourse.

That course has already been set.

Leaving me trying to breathe,

Inside everything I don’t have left.

   

Dg

Danny Gunter

6-7-19

 
 

"That Line"

   

What will there be? What will be left of me?

I don’t really know anymore. What do people see?

  

Years are gone. I still know what I do is right.

But what will people see?

So how much in this, is left of me?

  

Am I more important? Am I more valuable?

How do you calculate? Or choose that scale?

    

When or how? How do I measure?

How do I draw that line?

I’m not seeking sympathy, pity or sorrow.

I realize this choice is mine.

I just want to know when, where and how?

   

Where is the departure of selfish?

Where is me and,

How can I draw that line?

  

Dg

Danny Gunter

03-03-2019

A Simple What Could Have Been

“A Simple What Could Have Been”

  

I thought we re-wrote the stars.

I burst out of that dark little room.

For you.

Because of you.

Everyone in my life,

Should give you a round of applause.

A standing ovation.

Being with you.

Your vacation.

Your recreation.

You seemed so real.

But just a silhouette.

Shadowed by lies,

Right before my eyes.

  

So, I guess I took a ride on a horse with no name.

To a beautiful hotel in somewhere California.

Where nobody leaves,

And they remember your name.
Any time of year,
You can find me here.

I had to stop myself,

From believing.

After all.

It all was false.

Another lie.

And I banked it all on,

A simple what could have been.

Do you remember when I asked?

When I asked what you wanted?

Your silhouette said yes.

Still when the sun came out, 

It quite simply set.

Such a long time ago,

It feels like a yesterday's before.

I remember the place we were.

But I don’t drive past there anymore.

Danny Gunter

11-27-2018

 
 
 

“To the World from America”

  

We all are NOT Trump.

We are a land of immigrants,

We took this land from the Native American’s.

We restricted people of color from voting for 95 years.

Maybe we should give that back.

Allow, for 95 years where,

Native Americans and all people of color,

Enforce that their vote count as two votes.

For 95 years.

After all this time, 

It only seems the only just thing to do.

  

Danny Gunter

11-10-2018

Marble

“Marble”

   

Skin of marble,

Carved with might.

I fill myself with sun,

I fill myself.

I surround myself,

With star light.

  

Dg

10-31-18