turn to the page
pour out your troubles through the pen
but I can not get hooked on depression
not again, no not again
i have no way to turn things around
i am grabbing at straws
mistaking them for doors
turn to the page
sink into a fantasy book
fiction is real and diction,
is only designed to help you feel
i have no family to turn to
not here, not a this moment
not least because I am tied to the mast
no one understand how it seems to me
how it seems to be
and if all this seems a little sad
then I guess I have an unhappy reality
James Garratt – Sunday 8th February 1998
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 