The Sweetest Decay
i am not sure what i believe in
whatever it is
it crumbles with the sweetest decay
all around me
i am not sure what i hope for,
but i fear
it left my room
and it will not be returning anytime soon
believe me,
i am worth saving
i am worth taking
i am not amazing
but i am concentrating
i am not sure what values i hold dear
but i see them looking under the bed
with utmost fear
and i saw the citrus tinged future
wipe away heady tears
i asked somebody to help
but they were trying to carry their years
i am not sure what is going on
but i wonder deep inside,
is it ever going to make it?
James Garratt – Sunday 18th February 2018
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The Sweetest Decay
