By Francis Grant, Jr.
I’m not ready yet . .
This one goes out to anyone who it might concern . .
You know, I have heard there is a normal world out there somewhere . .
I have heard the Christmas songs and I heard the sweet talk . .
In my thoughts and wishes, I once again in my mind’s eye. .
I go for long walks in the warm sun and feel the breeze on this cold skin . .
And to anyone who it might concern . .
I am not ready yet . .
My hands and arms are not yet strong. .
My feet are not yet planted in the ground . .
I am not ready yet . .
And to anyone that it might concern . .
I wait for some happiness . .
And see that in the eyes of this little child . .
As my stone face cracks and crumbles . .
But I am not ready yet . .
So as I walk into this cold place . .
And the masked faces wheels me into the freezing . .
Please don’t tell me it will be okay . .
Once again the masked faces will scar me and change me . .
So I can continue to have something called this life . .
But I’m not ready yet To anyone that this might concern . .
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