A Long Lost Bed – Thursday 11th September 2025 (Aged 50)

A Long Lost Bed

The constant noise
inside my head —
it’s a constant buzz,
but it must be enchanting
because I have been easily led.

The constant noise,
a buzz, a hum,
I am sure that we all have one.

And then,
then people ask…
They ask if I am happy,
and, and…
It is difficult to answer
because, because…

Happiness is a peculiar dancer,
it is half-baked
and half-lived in chance —
a realm of hooked thrones,
bright sunlight
and shielded stones.

So, the constant noise,
the one that exists like sharp-edged toys —
but I know
it is inside my head.

It is like happiness caught
with a willing counterpart,
and all is lost,
under your long-lost bed.

James Garratt – 11th September 2025

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