Day
a morning breaks
on the back of the night.
it gives,
exactly what it takes.
pieces of a man rise.
he knows—
the world is big,
strange.
it is worse,
when you are drowned
by its size—
lost in time and space,
a lonely head in the clouds.
an exiled prince
to the barren waste,
where angels retreat
and demons make haste.
when he shouts,
he is not heard.
by the time
the world listens,
it may be too late.
he may have fulfilled
his destiny—
a tragically early fate.
James Garratt – Friday 19th March 1993
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Day – Written Friday 19th March 1993 (Aged 18)
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