Cold Steel Track

You ask me where I’m going
I don’t know I swear
The cold winter wind that’s blowing
And this bitterness I can’t bear

I’ll park this truck here
Think about what I’ve done
None of it seems clear
You were my number one

The whiskey is numbing
As the panic slowly enters
Tomorrow, Ill be running
A smooth cut never splinters

This emotion took hold of me
Like a human war machine
In all my self-inflicted pity
Here in this quiet scene

All prior thoughts consumed
Unsettling feeling consciously
All that ceased soon resumed
“This is how it must be, I’m sorry”

It cuts through you like cold steel
I should have learned to fight
Only I cause this pain I feel
Please give me the chance to make it right

Copyright 2023 Sean Ferree