History – Written Thursday 13th October 2022 (Aged 47)


history –
is like a book you have never read
a place that you have never been
or a life you have never lead
a place of stolen dreams,
the hopes that were never fed

history –
is a a view
that someone else once held
scrap metal
that you can no longer weld
a love,
which you once held

history –
is like a tablet too easily taken
one with side effects
that give you a special token
a belief in falsehoods
believing that there is only one nation

history –
is like a world you never knew
an obtuse triangle
with an acute point of view
a page never turned
and history,
it is every lesson that we never learned

James Garratt – Thursday 13th October 2022

More poems at

More about this blog, The Boy Behind the Glasses, here

More poems from 2022 here

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s