Room – Sunday 15th November 1998

Room

this is blue
this is dark
i sit here in my room
with a lamp turned on
and a vamp that has gone
this is bright
this is true
in some kind of surreal way
this is my rainbow
the steady burn of my memory
it is such a warm glow
strange, that it should be like that
for a child raised through distraction
i sit here in my room
and it is my world
my four simple walls
four corners of a world
that is mine and that belongs to me
this is alright
with my badly painted lamp turned on
with my sadly tainted pain almost gone
this is for me and you
maybe it is really us
it is many colours, it is true


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James Garratt – Sunday 15th October 1998