Personal Space – Written Monday 17th August 2020 (Aged 45)

Personal Space

people,
are sometimes too much
they crowd you in
and i not know where to begin
i feel my patience like a wound
and it starts to seep out
i stand here or there
as i chase the perfect place
there is a frustration
graffitied across my face
there is bare brick wall art
all across my hopeful head

sometimes,
it is all too much
people crowd in
and fill my personal space
with phantoms and frustrations
leaving me facing the floor
i feel my patience like a wound
it is too much
as it starts to bleed
uncomfortable nature
becomes my main part
my very being starts to crumble
as this takes me apart
in an anxiety driven fumble




James Garratt – Monday 17th August 2020


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