Source
i am close to the source –
of what turned him mad
i am closer still –
to what mader her so sad
these bags i carry
like a weight of sand
the past i parry
and yet i understand
i climbed a hill
just to reach the top
it turned into a mountain
it is hard to know when to stop
count the moments –
on the kitchen clock
i am close to the reasons –
that made him mad
i have eaten all the seasons –
that made her so sad
James Garratt – Tuesday 28th April 2009
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Source – Written Tuesday 28th April 2009 (Aged 34)
