THESE DAYS DON'T SEEM THE SAME
AND I'M LONELY

THESE DAYS DON'T SEEM TO BE THE SAME
AND I'M LONELY

MY LIFE WAS GOING SMOOTHLY THAT COLD SEPTEMBER MORNING
AND THE STORM RAGED JUST OFFSHORE 
AND I COULD FEEL IT SLOWLY MOVING CLOSER
AND I COULD SENSE THE PRESSURE DROPPING AS IT BECAME STRONGER


I REMEMBER SITTING THERE
IN THAT COLD, WHITE, PLASTIC CHAIR
FULL OF THE SAME SILENT RAGE
THAT RAGED INSIDE THAT STORM

AND THAT SAME TERRIBLE RAGE
RAGED INSIDE MY SOUL
IT LONGED TO BLEED OUT OF ME AND INTO YOU
DEADLY

AND I REMEMBER STANDING UP
FISTS CLENCHED TIGHTLY
AS COLD RAIN DRIPPED QUICKLY
DOWN MY FACE, MY COAT, MY HANDS

AND I STOOD SHIVERING AND SHAKING
FROM BOTH THE DAMPNESS OF MY CLOTHES
AND THE COLDNESS IN MY SOUL
AND I REMEMBER STRUGGLING NOT TO HURT YOU

BUT YOU HURT ME FIRST 
YOU CUT ME DEEP
AND IT WAS BURNING
BURNING

© Will C. Brown, Jr.