(no subject)
it's cold again
and you're still sitting here
inside from the blustery weather
and the unanswered lies you left on your door step
your face is frigid
and unshaven
your eyes are desolate only ignited
by the mere sense of deference
when someone understands you
you're wondering if there was any truth
truth to the malediction a witch uttered to you on that
late october afternoon
last year
but you'll still sit there and smoke your cigarettes
drink your coffee and wonder if there is still any humility left
in you're cold bones
you shouldn't have thoughts like this
you're only a boy
you're only 19
you're only brian jefferson
and you're still sitting here
inside from the blustery weather
and the unanswered lies you left on your door step
your face is frigid
and unshaven
your eyes are desolate only ignited
by the mere sense of deference
when someone understands you
you're wondering if there was any truth
truth to the malediction a witch uttered to you on that
late october afternoon
last year
but you'll still sit there and smoke your cigarettes
drink your coffee and wonder if there is still any humility left
in you're cold bones
you shouldn't have thoughts like this
you're only a boy
you're only 19
you're only brian jefferson