A poem about: The pain just keeps coming23 months and…

The pain just keeps coming23 months and it still feels like yesterday How can I be in a full room and feel empty insideLost and lonely without youI am homesick but at homeIt because we don't have you 26 years old and your life was taken from you and usI watch the world go past and know if it was someone else they all would be fighting for justice But no false promises is all we got but don't think we have given up on you as we haven't we still fight for that justice one day the truth will all come out even if the police covered it up, we had the truth but not the justice Friends and family say they there but hide your heads in shame Jordan would have fought for you in justice eye But we 23 months in will never fail for the heartbeat that once beat, the child I gave birth too and the child I buried. My son please don't shed a tear of falseness you've moved on, next month marks 2 years you celebrate his life in memory while we continue to fight for the right of justice, tomorrow you write your sorrow and follow it with a floor show of happiness so false walk away the same you did when he laid there, all go running but hang your heads in shame.I will continue in my son's name

In the shadow of grief's unending thread,
Twentythree months, yet fresh as dew,
A crowded room feels hollow, dead,
For the heart of it all, we miss you.

At home, but homesick without your light,
Twenty-six years, a life too brief,
Taken by fate, deep in the night,
We wade through a river of unending grief.

The world spins on in blind neglect,
If it were another, they'd rise and fight,
Yet hoping masks, and heads bowed protect,
As shadows gather in the fading light.

False promises fall like autumn leaves,
We clutch at truth, demanding more,
No justice served, the heart still grieves,
But love's resolve beats at its core.

Jordan, in memory you fiercely burn,
A flame unquenchable, a name to defend,
We march for justice, though tides may turn,
For one day truth will comprehend.

So raise no tears of falseness here,
Let crowds rejoice in hollow claim,
We'll strive, not fail, year amplify year,
And honor my son in relentless name.

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In the shadow of grief's unending thread, Twentythree months, yet fresh as dew, A crowded room feels hollow, dead, For the heart of it all, we miss you. At home, but homesick without your light, Twenty-six years, a life too brief, Taken by fate, deep in the night, We wade through a river of unending grief. The world spins on in blind neglect, If it were another, they'd rise and fight, Yet hoping masks, and heads bowed protect, As shadows gather in the fading light. False promises fall like autumn leaves, We clutch at truth, demanding more, No justice served, the heart still grieves, But love's resolve beats at its core. Jordan, in memory you fiercely burn, A flame unquenchable, a name to defend, We march for justice, though tides may turn, For one day truth will comprehend. So raise no tears of falseness here, Let crowds rejoice in hollow claim, We'll strive, not fail, year amplify year, And honor my son in relentless name.