Room Temperature – Written Friday 29th November 2024 (Aged 49)

Room Temperature

i went into the room,
and the temperature had evidently changed.
it was apparent,
even if unseen,
because, once upon a time,
they gave hope to my dreams,
at tawdry desks,
working hard to facilitate my screams.

i went into the room,
carrying a rubbish sack.
a person like me
always has a lot to unpack.
i felt the climate change,
a different number on the thermostat.
they pushed me out,
and i knew it had all changed—
narratives designed to ensure failure,
and progression becoming a false claim.

i went into the room,
and thought, at least for a while,
that i could be like them,
and a fresh approach
would paper over cracks.
but their words turned out to be hollow,
and honesty they clearly lacked.
the climate has changed,
as dreams slide off my weary back.

James Garratt – Friday 29th November 2024

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