Reflections
they seem me reflected back
their own demons
swimming in sewers
crushed in the past
bored out, by each hollow laugh
they know that demons –
capture with ease
and that so called madness
is a flirtatious tease
one that drinks all that you bleed
they are the reflection
of a future which –
i will not have to face
the drink drowns them in a darkened place
James Garratt – Friday 8th July 2011
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Reflections – Written Friday 8th July 2011 (Aged 36)
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