I Find Her
i find her
and she is telling me how my life is
and what it has been
but she has never been a part of it
and certainly,
she has not been seen
i find her
and i find her to be a cold cold human being
she talks to me about me
and acts as if she is a classical god
but her mask does not fit
and the throne upon which she sits
looks rusty
i find her
and she is shouting off her big mouth
but i know that she lacks direction
and that she has no north or south
she decides that my life is to be picked over
on a lazy persons couch
James Garratt – November 2007
More poems at
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2007/
I Find Her – Written November 2007 (Aged 32)
