Carry the Can (An Untitled and Undated Poem)

Carry the Can

ask me when i wake up
they will take me as i am
only if i apologise for my past
only i if i carry the can
well i carried the can
when i was a younger self
another relationship
somebody else…
you judge me on who i am
riding the moral high horse
because your ship,
it always knows the calm seas
and mine plotted a stomier course
ask me when i wake up
when you have stopped hurting me like this
you see the world as black and white
as deep and shallow,
but when you let go you see colours
is that such a bitter pill to swallow?

James Garratt

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I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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