Pieces
fell apart in pieces—
scattered across the ground.
i was there,
back then,
with a very different sound.
making music—
dreams caught in a well.
the child of parents,
lost in an endless kiss and tell.
a boy—
living within a fragile shell,
the child of parents,
lost in a poisonous kiss and tell.
fell apart in distinct pieces—
just my start,
caught using all my heart.
made my way,
pulling my horse and cart,
caught among life’s sharpest creases.
always turning into an endless shape,
likely to end up in pieces.
James Garratt – Friday 22nd November 2024
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Pieces – Written Friday 22nd November 2024 (Aged 49)
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