Bedtime
the only person i am needing
is my friend on the other side
still dead,
but still very much alive
my hand of electricity
grasped for comfort
in the deadness of non reality
i sink into my head
i must lie down on my bed
and watch the day fall away
i must turn things over
just like the covers
i must lie down and take it all in
my friends on the other side
casually come and go
and sometimes they drift by
but into my mind i stare
as i lie down on my bed
my mind is up
and i ponder what lies ahead
the only person i am seeing
is still alive yet very much dead
James Garratt – Thursday 30th October 1997
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Bedtime – Written Thursday 30th October 1997 (Aged 22)

This has quite an impact. A powerful poem!
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Thank you – the last of my ‘paranormal / spiritual beliefs’ type poems – Is ay the last, this is when they sort of come to an end. Thank you – always enjoy your comments
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It’s a shame that this is the last one… what happened, if I may ask?
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I don’t know if it’s the very last one – but I think growing up and more things happening in my life, beliefs like this just fell by the wayside. It’s the process of real life and real experiences replacing the fantasy.
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Got washed out then, I guess… happens to a lot of people. I think it’s a pity… we lose a lot of color that way when things get more “real”. 🙂
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We lose an innocence I think. Or we lost something of it.
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Yes, probably. Or maybe certain channels get clogged up we could easily access when we were younger – before we get swallowed up by social obligations. Guess it happes to all of us to some degree
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I think that’s true 🙂
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