Chaise Lounge
i am arrogant…
dearly labelled, it is true
who knew
tht inside
i was broken
and screaming for a view
people do not see
the, stuff, ‘so soft’
they greet you in the parlour
as your thoughts hide in the loft
opinions
are a currency
a value based upon the individual
their worth
canned up and dished out
feelings
are like clouds formed,
from wisps of smoke
when in doubt
tell a joke
so that is me
the chaise lounge
reclined upon so arrogantly
it is a shame i am anxious and scared
and that is a human reality,
for all
James Garratt – May 2018
Chaise Lounge
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 