My Eyes Are Kneeling
i am frazzled
you know the feeling
the one,
that never seems to be leaving
open my eyes
currently they are kneeling
i am,
a devoted being
praying upon a hearth
every day that passes the train
seems to quickly go past
i am frazzled
and that is the truth
find me on a stage
find me in a photo booth
i am lost on the beach
caught with a kind of idleness
that no one could teach
but, my, am i frazzled
rolled up in an emotional ball
one of spikey feeling
the one,
that never seems to be leaving
and my eyes
well, currently they are kneeling
James Garratt – Monday 25th July 2022
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My Eyes Are Kneeling – Written Monday 25th July 2022 (Aged 47)
