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Jack Johnson Poem
HOUSE OF PAIN
The structure itself is a shrine to the past with a pain so built in, it forever will last.
The walls that once rang with love, laughter and cheer, now echo with silence drab and drear.
The table where meals and games were had, now has only two seats, just a mom and a dad.
The bedrooms are empty, there’s no one there, the toys packed away, even old teddy bear.
The halls once filled with the excitement of play, now serve just as passage to get through the day.
The basement that housed an imagination station, has morphed into just a storage location.
The garage that once housed the tools of fun, is a place where children no longer run.
The yard that played host to gardens, fires and football, is now barren space where the grass grows tall.
The driveway once littered with bikes and bright chalk, has been transformed only into ground where the occupants walk.
Trains, legos and pictures are all put away, as objective reminders of a much brighter day.
Kids stories and books that were read before bed, are now words on a page that will never be said.
Those special Holiday times with so much to do, have become merely seasons to just muddle through.
The house itself stands as a strong memory to what once was and never more shall be.
Host to a loving family.
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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Hollow Room
The emptiness of your room full of things is jarring
It’s silence so loud you can hear it
toys once alive now stoic
bedtime stories reduced to ink and paper
Stuffed animals only stuffing
Ponies and dolls, immovable and muted
Games no one wins
Unbuildable legos
Dress up clothes only fabric
Puzzles turned to cardboard
Precious Trinkets and keepsakes now meaningless
Stickerless windows
A door to the future now a chasm to the past
Echoes of Hope on the walls
Memories made now fading
Moments frozen in time
A room full of life now void
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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LOSS BEGS THE QUESTIONS
How many nights have you cried yourself to sleep
How many days have you wondered why
Are your Hopes and dreams intact
Are your memories clouded
Does anger fill your soul
Does uncertainty stalk your steps
Does your heart ache
Is your heart broken
Is your play still filled with imaginative fun
Is your future bright
Do you wish things were different
Have you lost your faith
Do you have carefree moments
Have you camped
Do you still ride your bike
Have you grown in wisdom
Do you still love to read
Have you been hiking
Do you play with legos
Have you watched a good movie
Do you still love fall and like the snow
Have you slept well
Do you wish you could turn back time to before the storm
Have you Hope for your future
Do your friends bring you comfort
Have you moved on
Do you have peace
Can you forgive, can you forget
Can you overcome
Can you thrive
Will your resiliency carry you through
Will these questions ever be answered
Will our paths cross again
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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Happy happy never more
Pain and suffering stalk your door
Let them in and now they’ll stay
ruining each and every day
Will they leave and go away
So mind and body again can play
Hopes and dreams smashed on the floor
Life is sad forever more
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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LOSS
Dreams are now lost and Hope floats away, ruining a chance for a better day
Oh to return to times now past, with memories fresh where the good times last
The future is uncertain and Joy out of reach, the lessons we’ve learned we now never can teach
How hard to realize the way life can change, and that things don’t often get better with age
Will people forgive will wrongs be made right, or will bitterness cause a perpetual fight
The narrative altered and the lies now abound, will the truth come to light, will it ever be found
Will justice be done to those who stepped in, abusing their power and compounding their sin
How can forgiveness come back and return, will the anger be doused, or continue to burn
Will the pain and anguish ever heal, or will heartache dominate and happiness steal
How will the innocent move forward and thrive, will those who are crushed find the will to survive
Will love win out will reconciliation take place, or will the separation increase as they take their own space
Would we act different if we knew that someday, all we held dear would be taken away
The way things were is the way it should be, when we were together as a family
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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CAN IT BE
Can it be Christmas with a strong emotion of no feeling
Can it be Christmas if the good times feel bad
Can it be Christmas if the carols have no music
Can it be Christmas if the food is tasteless
Can it be Christmas If the packages have no gifts
Can it be Christmas with a crowded lonely house
Can it be Christmas on a cold dreary silent night
Can it be Christmas with lights flashing darkness
Can it be Christmas with blank written cards
Can it be Christmas with dead traditions
Can it be Christmas when it’s just a date on the calendar
Can it be Christmas if Joy is absent and Hope is gone
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2026
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A SIMPLE SOUND
It can interrupt lives
Induce pain
Steal memories
Freeze time
Alter direction
Spawn tears
Initiate questions
Radiate shock
Unleash fear
Sow confusion
Cause doubt
Sap energy
Instill rage
Metastasize helplessness
Sprout stress
Rob Joy
Quench Hope
Erase peace
Conjure storms
Usher in Loneliness
Open wounds
Choke breath
Expunge laughter
Remove meaning
Cloud the future
Vanquish love
Kill relationships
Shatter families
Rend hearts
It can be world ending
A knock at the Door
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2026
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Have u ever looked in the mirror and hated what u see
Reflected on if only”s and what now can never be
Wished things could be different and a redo you were given
Instead of allowing anger and pain to define your former living
Changing your choices to do things the right way
Praying your past would just go away
Despair for today no hope for tomorrow
A lifetime of regret sadness and sorrow
Copyright © Jack Johnson | Year Posted 2026
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