Reflections – Written Friday 8th July 2011 (Aged 36)


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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