Sharing
it is the brutality of it
i am not cut out for that
i am not furniture flat packed
and though i know,
that is the nature of the game
i am not designed for the strain
we talk for two weeks –
and i almost believe –
i have gained respect
but i foolishly forget it is a test
and i will be replaced by the next
when i fail to make the grade
when my looks turn to shade
i will provide a service
of attention and needing
in all the right places –
but i am one of many faces
and there are not enough places
it is how we are reeled in
you try not to look but you are –
and you are left reeling
you have shards which were once feelings
i am sorry, i am not that being
i cannot work through people
like i am test driving a car
maybe that is how it is
but that is not me
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James Garratt – Monday 28th February 2011
Sharing – Monday 28th February 2011
