How can the worst of me live so close to me
There should be distance that Separates the dark clouds that gathering around my feet causing me to walk in a fog stumbling past the good things that will inspire onlookers to join me in a march
How can the worst of me live so close to me
The brick tied to my heart tied to regressions tied to second thoughts tied to I should not tied to I'm at it again tied to I have to stop this tied to now I've pulled them in tied to I feel the heat of hells door on the palms of my hands
How can the worst of me love so close to me
Demons perched on my shoulders like my personal gargoyles aged and weathered but determined to stay until the end only to fly away once I'm flat on the ground not breathing not moving not thinking not crying not looking for help not asking for favors not praying not hoping just laying
How can the worst of me be so close to me
9/2/12/jrg
Copyright© 2012 by Jeff R. Ghee
