The Cold Wind Bites

Living rough, sleeping with the stars
Hoping tomorrow is not just another passing phase
Sight and mind stretches into a darkened night
The cold wind bites Sleep is restrained
Therefore, you lie there listening
Silence reigns
But rough against your fragile skin
A plastic bag filled with possessions
Your cushioned pillow
Head resting on a shirt that’s worn and dirty.
On a photograph, on socks that smell of yesterday
The world you knew so far away
Still listening for those distant echoes
That echo of a yesteryear
Chilled to the bone the thinnest blanket keeps you warm
Still the cold winds blow
Time has etched your youth away you’ve aged
Who you are, its as if it knows
Keep thinking what’s to come what’s in store
Tomorrow will you die a little more?
.
Worn out tired and used
Morning comes, and the sky is grey
Feeling old and cold, the day has just begun
Life seems so distant, just another day, just another yesterday
Tired, cold, and lonely with your burden of mistakes
No turning round no going back
Not seeing life’s fullest picture
What is coming next your unsure future?
What choices will you make?
What chances will you take?
Life has so many high prices
For mistakes sometimes you have to pay


© Jamie 07’06’02’