The Front Door
i keep dreaming
of that house
it is there
out of context
but there
as if it matters
and as if
it should be
i dream of people
that never
saw that house
and it is twenty two years
since,
i last closed the front door
but in my dreams
it comes back
and once again
i am walking down
the garden path
sitting in the lounge
this house it haunts me
stained on my conscience
James Garratt – December 2014
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The Front Door – Written December 2014 (Aged 39)
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