Space At The End of My Bed
shapes used to fill my bedroom
when i was five or six
here was a space at the end of my bed
where my imagination would perfectly fit
people like shapes used to dance in my bedroom
when i was asleep
there was a space at the end of my bed
a world lay just beyond my feet
dreams had no seams in my bedroom
when i was five or six
there was a space at the end my bed
and i made sure my imagination would perfectly fit
nightmares used to fill my dreams
when i was five or six
i saw shapes upon my walls
never forget the wonderment of a child’s imagination
when their dreams worlds are so big and yet they are so small
James Garratt – Monday 6th July 2020
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Space At The End of My Bed – Written Monday 6th July 2020 (Aged 45)
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