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The End of November
I don’t know what I’m doing
It’s getting quite cold now
The rain’s turned to sleet
And I have no umbrella
It’s two in the morning
I’m out on my own again
I can’t feel alone for
The voice in my head again
Keeps calling my name and
The whispers are taunting
They’re telling me something
With words that I can’t quite hear
I try to sing just to
Block out the voices
It doesn’t quite work
And the sleet turns to hail
It’s four in the morning
I’m soaked to the skin
There’s no place to shelter
But I don’t really care
I’ve been walking for hours now
I passed by your window
Your light was not on
But I stopped then continued
My feet are not tired
My head is not weary
The voices keep calling
They don’t sound too friendly
I’ve been walking
For months now
It’s hard to remember
The night when I started
The end of November
I see you in mirrors
I thought that I held you
It’s just an illusion
You’re too far away now
I keep on going
But I’m getting no where
The weather’s not better
At least it’s not worse
My fingers are numb now
The snow, well it’s pretty
It’s up to my knees
And I’m lost in some city
You think it’d be easy
To find someone else
But it’s hard enough trying
To talk to myself
I think that it’s time now
For me to go home
I’m not sure where home is
You left me alone
I think that it’s here now
In this cold city
Where nobody knows you
They’re all on their own
The alarm bells are ringing
They just go ignored
Nobody cares here
No one says a word.
© Matthew Yexley 1997.
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