Pockets – Written Tuesday 20th April 2021 (Aged 46)


i keep my anxiety
in my pockets
my well being
on an internal shelf
and my act
is just for everybody else
i keep my life
in a big brown box
my well being
comes with tempting locks
and my act
requires building blocks
i keep my hope
in my pockets
attached to driven belts
my well being
is on an internal shelf
and all my mirrors
seems to show somebody else
and my act
seems so attached to my health

James Garratt – Tuesday 20th April 2021

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