Every Little Moment – Written Tuesday 9th September 1997 (Aged 22)

Every Little Moment

upstairs i hear the floorboards creak
meanwhile downstairs,
i am stuck with my thoughts
and i know they dare not speak
i know they are there,
outside my window beyond light reflections
with lightly trodden feet
they peer at us from the beyond
but they dare not speak
not in the lands formed in the night
and there we are in those lands
that eventually sit in our minds
and cause us to walk for miles and miles
yet they surround us and do occasionally speak
their voices masked by our own
by patterns of our human sleep
the type that when you wake up leaves you thrown
and these people,
they speak through mediums
through cracks in the walls
and through your mind as you start to fall
yet for all our being they remain unseen
yet somehow well known
they lived with us when we were children
and as we have grown and lost our gifts
then, they hide from us
and too most, they dare not speak
but their presence is ever felt
in every little moment and every little creak




James Garratt – Tuesday 9th September 1997


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