Day
a morning breaks
on the back of the night
it gives,
exactly what it takes
pieces of a man rise
and he knows,
the world is big and strange
it is worse,
when you are drowned,
by its size
lost in time and space
lonely head in the clouds
exiled prince to the barren waste
where the angels retreat
and demons make haste
when he shouts,
he is not heard
by the time the world travels
it could 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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