Pocket Watch
sadness,
looks at its pocket watch
and self esteem
clocks in,
for another long shift
self worth waits for a bus
it has already missed
and memories,
hang around a bar
remembering orders
and long lost playing cards
sadness,
huffs and puffs once again
it decimates happiness
and it will not bend
they hang out with each other
like they are friends
fear of missing out
sits by the door
waiting for the invites to arrive
it wears its mask
but is torn up inside
sadness,
looks at its pocket watch
and then, time flies by
self esteem
finishes its shift with a heavy sigh
the fabric of my being
is left to wander by
realism offers me a robust onslaught
and wipes dew away from my eyes
James Garratt – December 2022
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Pocket Watch – Written December 2022 (Aged 47)
