High Backed Chair – Written Saturday 20th January 2024 (Aged 48)

High Backed Chair

i do not know what to say
my coat of despair,
it no longer fits
and i have nothing else to wear
my high backed chair –
is overturned in the pantry
and now it is going spare
any advice that i give –
roams around places –
looking for somewhere to live
because it neither lands –
nor does it sit
and everything i want to say
feels like a glib solution
lackluster nutrition
a war of arrogant attrition
factories bombed out
that once made ammunition
perception, feels like deadly deception
and that i did nothing –
to deserve any achievement
i do not know what to say
my body image is torn –
and my narrative lies down
knowing it needs to be reborn
or self pity,
now it must surely be shorn

James Garratt – Saturday 20th January 2024

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