sure as an angel
you spoke through the phone
a sentence to me not said before
one i had not the mind to comprehend
"hang in there"
what kind of love bays a blade longseeking?
what kind of love drops me on the first punch?
why doesn't anything work anymore?
what kind of love would take this long?
anyways...
i brought forth a spirit i cannot leave
to shoo out this evil cast upon me
the veil bandana across my eyes
between my vision and a firing squad
sure as an angel
the potential they speak of
when they look to me for future
and when all i see is canyons and canyons and canyons of gray
the absolute loss
in the shadow of the cross
the fern covered oregon grounds
and air wet with douglas moss
father spoke a fire through my ears
one i could not repair
i could not look up at them the same
in the hour they chose not to care
treading in water
treading on dirt
drowning on water
drowning in dirt
ive thought to myself
in not so lonely an hour
that such pain in life is worth the care
until the blessed hour when i gasp up for air
i am nothing
but a brother who's promise means nothing
but a son who's life is not of worth
but a father to an idea that rots in my mind
and i'll never have a sister
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