Trespassers
i am not the ear you bend
nor am i the shoulder to lend
we are not relationship bound
i am not the listener,
tuning to your sounds
i would like to say so much more
but history has taught me,
and i have been there before
it was many or some years ago now
when i was without thought
and when days crashed like the waves
i was always caught
sadly, in life,
we are nothing without boundaries
we are just rope
for some kind of abuse
but people trespass
and they never need an excuse
i am not part of the evening
after such a hard day at work
i am not the person,
to spread myself so thin
James Garratt – August 2018
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 