Iron Lung
my eyes –
they weigh one metric ton
sleep – sleep feels laboured
and now, not so young
my dreams are caught –
with an iron lung
and the surface is readily sought
this has been a year –
one with boldness – one that is hard to forget
i did start to build a bridge
its just – its just i have not finished yet
i still have you
holding my hand
and you know i try, i try to be te the best i can
i hope you know
and i hope you understand
listen –
my eyes weigh one metric ton
and my hope like driftwood –
is caught in a dangerous drift
i hoped – i hoped my sleep
would act as a spiritual lift
but the poverty of dreams
makes all my helplessness feel incredibly rich
James Garratt – Tuesday 21st July 2020
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Iron Lung – Written – Tuesday 21st July 2020 (Aged 45)
