Trust – Written Tuesday 24th September 2024 (Aged 49)

Trust

I am not your trust issues,
Or your trauma.
I am not your sleep devil hollows,
Laced with poisonous fauna.

I am not your power,
Or your feeling of powerlessness.
Why does life
Let loose these wild beings?
The type with uncased anger
And such poisonous feelings,
With their devil dart manner
That never does any type of healing.

But I am not that,
And I am not your safe deposit box.
The one
Where someone placed your copy blots,
Drowning in jots.
I am not your front door,
And I am not your locks.

But here I am at the table,
As you run around my chair legs
With wicked cable,
And I can see a disrupted element
Caught in a shadow on the corner of your eye.

Is it me,
Or is it you that needs to untie?

James Garratt – Tuesday 24th September 2024

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 2024 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-2024/