Ottoman
rummaging around in the ottoman
the one,
at the end of the bed
there is a rubbish tip of ambition
from inside my head
there are times
where the words once said
rummage around my box of regrets
the one,
which i keep in an internal shed
there are plans
which never got made
the visions realised
and the ones that could never be saved
rummaging around in the ottoman
the one,
at the end of the bed
it no longer exists n a physical sense
but it is there, in my internal shed
James Garratt – Wednesday 21st October 2020
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Ottoman – Written Wednesday 21st October 2020 (Aged 45)
