Cold Spread – Written Tuesday 28th November 2019 (Aged 44)

Cold Spread

i am not one of them
i am one of me
yes, this feeling of otherness
is inner bred
but how they like to talk down –
pat me on the head
ruffle my hair like cold spread


i am not one of them
i am one of me
side room based, fitting face
strapped to trainers with an unruly lace
oh, how these words
tumble out of my mouth
and down my integrity
like a run down tumble down house
where the walls shout
as they fall to the floor


i am not one of them
i am one of me
principles are not invincible
and the shield does not yield
after so many shots
i am not one of them
i am one of me




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James Garratt – Thursday 28th November 2019