Scribbled My Name
spoke a good game,
as i,
scribbled my name
and i spent years of my life
doubling down in shame
with chalk frames
every person,
with a false claim
built a house,
and never complained
as i,
scribbled my name
and spent years of my life
catching droplets of rain
doubling down,
on my self caught pain
that type,
that keeps enticing me –
down memory lane
and all those people
who came along with false fame
left me,
with holding bays in my brain
James Garratt – Monday 19th February 2024
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Scribbled My Name – Written Monday 19th February 2024 (Aged 48)
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