A Piece of Family They Own
i speak to you
but,
you give nothing back
it feels like a jumble sale
lost in tack
but,
then, when i sit at home
the funfairs starts
then me and sadness
quickly part
and who are these people
with their dreams?
but,
when i look nothing is at seems
they claim loneliness
as a relative
a piece of family they own
they never search further afield
is it really comfortable to be alone?
but,
then these people
they cling to lonely lighthouses
like the hopeful cling to a church steeple
James Garratt Thursday 13th January 2011
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A Piece of Family They Own – Written Thursday 13th January 2011 (Aged 35)
