Selfish Tears
on my human selfish level
i wonder if they will bring out the bucket
and mop up my tears
but they cannot soak up the pain or even the years
my wild and crazy head
with all its inherent disorganisation
i am only ever frustrated with me
no one else, no others, just myself
and no matter what colour the route
somehow i find the most difficult offshoot
the fear remains, that i will be swimming in tears
or trying to remove their stain
and for me, that is my mental wellbeing
i am here being selfish, trying to stake a claim
but how can when i do not know the difference
between, pain, rain, or even the frame
and selfish tears become my friend once again
James Garratt – Monday 1st August 2016
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Selfish Tears – Written Monday 1st August 2016 (Aged 41)
