I Am Just

I am just a sad outsider

With my sad outsider art

I am just a graying sailor

Whose ship’s been torn apart

I am just that tinge of sad you feel

When your love lies sound asleep

I am just that piece of you you find

When you dig in darkness deep

I am just that dried piece of blood

From a wound so long ago

I am just that person who you find yourself to be

But who you don’t seem to know

So wrap you arms around me

Hold me close and tight

I am just what I am meant to be

So don’t try to fight

I am just that patch of ice you see

On the road way to late

I am just that boy who never showed up

And made you sit there and wait

I am just the bourbon on your father’s breath

Before the back of his hand

I am just the dark and cold places

A soldier kills in for his land

I am just all the things you know yourself to be

But next actually expect

I am just the thoughts of Jesus

Before the nails came and his body was wrecked

I am just the tank in Tiananmen

And the boy whose facing it down

I am just the friendly bartender

Filling the drunk’s glass without a sound

So wrap you arms around me

Hold me close and tight

I am just what I am meant to be

So don’t try to fight

I am just a sad outsider

With my sad outsider art

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

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1 thought on “I Am Just

  1. Gardner's World May 12, 2013 — 12:13 pm

    This is just great

    Like

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