other days
other days are the same
less rain
more sympathy and wind
but the trees seem unmoved
i pass the smiles and frowns
the garden variety city filler
the pain is a generic prescription
do they all hurt?
i was told that they care
they just don't know it
how do you live alone
and yet surround yourself
books don't tell you this
other days
they are cheering in the stands
praising their maker (faker)
but today
burning homes and hearts
are on the menu
their eyes fall further
the shame becomes real
and fills us up
other days hands are shaking
and love falls like snow
but today
.....today
we are in the open
and lost
led by the hand to the end of the line
the happy trails now far away
any other day i would sing for us all
but not today
Posted by cainnum at 3:12 PM
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I somehow missed this one before, but Iread it now, and I quite like it, I do!
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