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I heard the old man's voice break, stutter once then stop it. I
heard A sentence started confidently halted by the sudden absence of
a word. Stumbled and he sputtered trying to find it back, something once so
simple gone now. When he finally gave up told me, 'Aw, it's like
hell getting old.'
When you came into the store, did you know you'd show me your scars?
I had a heavy heart, he carried a door, it's shattered pane all wrapped in
plastic and He asked if I could fix it, come by a little later help
him put it back on hinges. 'See, I'm far too old to lift it and it's
not for my house, it's my son's.'
When you opened up the door, what is it you thought you'd find?
Nobody flinch.
Later I came by and backed into the driveway. Got out to find him waiting
there to lead me Through the side yard to back behind the house where
the door frame stood empty and helped Me keep it steady while I
hammered all the pins in then later on the porch we somehow got
to Talking, he told me of the house and how is son is schizophrenic
so they purchased it for him, The medication working and they figured
it would help him fit in, help him lead a normal life.
But the pills made him sleep too much. And he couldn't keep a job as a
result so one day he just Gave up on taking them. And that day she
had called you, he'd locked her outside of the house.
How quickly did you get there? And what were you thinking while walking up?
What fears flashed in front of you, taunted you, walking to unlock
the door?
I remember it, Ed. That story you told me came back clear tonight here
while writing. And you Should know the feeling never left me?the
weight of my heart?when you showed me the scars On your arms, when I
looked in your eyes and I heard what you said how you probably
would've Died were it not for to care for your daughter and wife. How
he drove in the knife, still your son,
How you seemed to look through me to some old projector screen playing back
the scene as You described it on a movie reel, as real as the minute
when it happened, that memory moving Behind me. That moment that
changed you for good.
And he drove to the house and pulled into the driveway. Got out to find his
wife waiting, frantic. She'd come by to check, found that pillbox
was empty, went out to the pharmacy to fill up his Prescription and
came back to a locked door and could not get back in. She'd knocked
and she'd knocked but he wasn't responding.
You put the key into the lock and turned it. Felt the bolt slide away.
Slowly open. Went into the hall, his son held a knife, standing off
in the shadows, lunged forward and tackled Him. Stabbing him over
and over and breaking that window. He fled up the staircase. The
ambulance came; stitched and filled him with blood while the cops took his
son with his wires so Tangled his father was a stranger.
And I sit in my apartment. I'm getting no answers. I'm
finding no peace, no release from the anger. I leave it at arms
length. I'm keeping my distance. From hotels and Jesus and
blood on the carpet. I'm stomaching nothing. I'm reaching for
no one. I'm leaving this city and I'm headed out to nowhere.
I carry your image. Your grandfather's coffin. And Ed,
if you hear me, I think of you often. That's all I can offer.
That's all that I know how to give.
He oído descanso del anciano de voz, tartamudeo una vez y luego detenerlo. Yo
escuché una frase comenzó con confianza detenido por la repentina ausencia de
una palabra. Tropezó y él balbuceó tratando de encontrar de nuevo, algo de una vez para
sencilla desaparecido. Cuando finalmente se entregó me ??dijo, 'Oh, es como
el infierno poniendo viejo. "
Cuando entró en la tienda, ¿sabía usted que me mostraría sus cicatrices?
Yo tenía el corazón encogido, llevó a una puerta, se rompió todo envuelto en panel
de plástico y le pregunté si podía arreglarlo, vienen por un poco más adelante ayudar a
él vuelve a poner en las bisagras. 'Mira, yo soy demasiado viejo para levantar y es que
no para mi casa, es mi hijo. "
Cuando se abrió la puerta, ¿qué es lo que ibas a encontrar?
Nadie se inmutó.
Más tarde, se acercó y apoyado en la entrada. Salió y lo encontró en espera
no me llevará a través del patio lateral hacia atrás de la casa donde
el marco de la puerta estaba vacía y me ayudó a mantenerlo estable mientras
martillado todos los bolos en más tarde en el porche de alguna manera se
a hablar, me dijo de la casa y cómo se es hijo esquizofrénico
por lo que lo compró para él, la medicación y de trabajo º
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
La Dispute
Edward Benz, 27 Times
Edward Benz, 27 Times
I heard the old man's voice break, stutter once then stop it. I
heard A sentence started confidently halted by the sudden absence of
a word. Stumbled and he sputtered trying to find it back, something once so
simple gone now. When he finally gave up told me, 'Aw, it's like
hell getting old.'
When you came into the store, did you know you'd show me your scars?
I had a heavy heart, he carried a door, it's shattered pane all wrapped in
plastic and He asked if I could fix it, come by a little later help
him put it back on hinges. 'See, I'm far too old to lift it and it's
not for my house, it's my son's.'
When you opened up the door, what is it you thought you'd find?
Nobody flinch.
Later I came by and backed into the driveway. Got out to find him waiting
there to lead me Through the side yard to back behind the house where
the door frame stood empty and helped Me keep it steady while I
hammered all the pins in then later on the porch we somehow got
to Talking, he told me of the house and how is son is schizophrenic
so they purchased it for him, The medication working and they figured
it would help him fit in, help him lead a normal life.
But the pills made him sleep too much. And he couldn't keep a job as a
result so one day he just Gave up on taking them. And that day she
had called you, he'd locked her outside of the house.
How quickly did you get there? And what were you thinking while walking up?
What fears flashed in front of you, taunted you, walking to unlock
the door?
I remember it, Ed. That story you told me came back clear tonight here
while writing. And you Should know the feeling never left me?the
weight of my heart?when you showed me the scars On your arms, when I
looked in your eyes and I heard what you said how you probably
would've Died were it not for to care for your daughter and wife. How
he drove in the knife, still your son,
How you seemed to look through me to some old projector screen playing back
the scene as You described it on a movie reel, as real as the minute
when it happened, that memory moving Behind me. That moment that
changed you for good.
And he drove to the house and pulled into the driveway. Got out to find his
wife waiting, frantic. She'd come by to check, found that pillbox
was empty, went out to the pharmacy to fill up his Prescription and
came back to a locked door and could not get back in. She'd knocked
and she'd knocked but he wasn't responding.
You put the key into the lock and turned it. Felt the bolt slide away.
Slowly open. Went into the hall, his son held a knife, standing off
in the shadows, lunged forward and tackled Him. Stabbing him over
and over and breaking that window. He fled up the staircase. The
ambulance came; stitched and filled him with blood while the cops took his
son with his wires so Tangled his father was a stranger.
And I sit in my apartment. I'm getting no answers. I'm
finding no peace, no release from the anger. I leave it at arms
length. I'm keeping my distance. From hotels and Jesus and
blood on the carpet. I'm stomaching nothing. I'm reaching for
no one. I'm leaving this city and I'm headed out to nowhere.
I carry your image. Your grandfather's coffin. And Ed,
if you hear me, I think of you often. That's all I can offer.
That's all that I know how to give.
La Dispute
Edward Benz, 27 veces
Edward Benz, 27 veces
He oído descanso del anciano de voz, tartamudeo una vez y luego detenerlo. Yo
escuché una frase comenzó con confianza detenido por la repentina ausencia de
una palabra. Tropezó y él balbuceó tratando de encontrar de nuevo, algo de una vez para
sencilla desaparecido. Cuando finalmente se entregó me ??dijo, 'Oh, es como
el infierno poniendo viejo. "
Cuando entró en la tienda, ¿sabía usted que me mostraría sus cicatrices?
Yo tenía el corazón encogido, llevó a una puerta, se rompió todo envuelto en panel
de plástico y le pregunté si podía arreglarlo, vienen por un poco más adelante ayudar a
él vuelve a poner en las bisagras. 'Mira, yo soy demasiado viejo para levantar y es que
no para mi casa, es mi hijo. "
Cuando se abrió la puerta, ¿qué es lo que ibas a encontrar?
Nadie se inmutó.
Más tarde, se acercó y apoyado en la entrada. Salió y lo encontró en espera
no me llevará a través del patio lateral hacia atrás de la casa donde
el marco de la puerta estaba vacía y me ayudó a mantenerlo estable mientras
martillado todos los bolos en más tarde en el porche de alguna manera se
a hablar, me dijo de la casa y cómo se es hijo esquizofrénico
por lo que lo compró para él, la medicación y de trabajo º
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
