I Float in the Wreckage of Other Peoples Lives

The Wreckage of Other Peoples Lives

i float in the wreckage
of other people’s lives
trying to find my own
we are all in this sea
yet, still, as individuals
we can feel alone
someone clung onto me
and said, hello…
we drifted for a while
then they had to go

i float in the wreckage
of other people’s lives
there are those, who say,
that it is not wreckage at all
perhaps they have forgot
that happiness did not break their fall
they say that angels plays trumpets
i only hear the last post call
i float in the wreckage
of other people’s lives
just a sea of people
trying to avoid the knives
a flock of madness
waiting to arrive
i cling to what seems good
what warms me inside
so much just seems like driftwood


James Garratt – Tuesday 11th August 2009