Crept – Written Friday 24th April 1997 (Aged 22)

Crept

crept into your bedroom
crept into a failing ship
left soon after, feeling less than hip
crept down the stairs
needed a midnight juice
because ghosts do not share
and the sheet still lies upon my bed
there are shadow’s on the wall
but it’s just a story that i once said
being a child was was only ever plasticine
it involved hiding in the shed
and then never growing up
because grown ups end up dead
they never shut up or so we thought
and we all do grow up at least in age
crept into adulthood
and before i could creep back out
someone had locked the cage
crept out of a falling nightmare
the freakshow had signed us up
but we never wanted to join the fair
because we knew it would not be enough
crept into outer space
and into a place full of food
i filed the worry lines on my face
and crept some more, as much as i could




James Garratt – Friday 24th April 1997


More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/


More about this blog, The Boy Behind the Glasses, here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/


More poems from 1997 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-1997/