Put To Bed – Wednesday 22nd November 2023 (Aged 48)

Put To Bed

it feels like i am further forwards
but not –
face deep in impossible solutions
or spoilt –
by a steady treacle of illicit illusions
my pioneering spirit is all but drunk
and my insecurity –
never clambered up to the top bunk
i know no more now –
then i did back then
i have no extra wisdom that i can lend
acceptance,
that is there though
and it is a much more trusted friend
and now it feels like –
i have buttered my sadness
and stepped out –
of the castle keep madness
and that the pretend lives that i once led
have been rounded up like lost sheep
and finally, finally, put to bed

James Garratt – Wednesday 22nd November 2023


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