The Wreckage Of Other Peoples Lives – Written August 2009 (Aged 34)

The Wreckage Of Other Peoples Lives

i float in the wreckage of others peoples lives
i try to find my own wreckage,
as we all find ourselves in this sea
yet still,
yet as individuals we can feel alone
someone clung onto me,
they said, ‘hello’,
it’s true that we drifted for a while
but then they had to go
i float in the wreckage of other peoples lives
there are those,
who say it is not wreckage at all
perhaps they just forgot
that happiness will not always break their fall
i hear people say that only angels play trumpets
it’s true that i hard the last post call
i float in the wreckage of other peoples lives
it’s a sea of people,
drifting through exposed knives
a flock of madness,
just waiting to arrive
i try to cling to what seems good
what warms inside
but so many people seem like driftwood
i float in the wreckage of other peoples lives




James Garratt – August 2009


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