Some Days It Is Easier
some days i just want to sit there
or lie in bed
there is a tragic carousel
that continues in my head
my physical health
comes and goes
it matters little
when such shadows are on show
it is easier to shut down
than reach out
but reach out i must
i fear memories
will become rust or just turn to dust
time does not heal
it just takes you by the hand
and shows you the cold hard bare space
that now lies empty
some days i smile and i joke
but it is an effort
some days it is easier just to float
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Tuesday 27th March 2012
Some Days It Is Easier – Tuesday 27th March 2012
