Poems June 2019 – The Boy Behind The Glasses.

Where the Struggle was Less of a Fight – Friday 28th June 2019

in another space and time
and life,
one where the struggle perhaps
was less of a fight

a foundation,
a fundamental base
i have so often defined my happiness
in ways, which were such a waste

the need to be needed
the enticement of strangers
happiness was not others
finally, insanity conceded

this is where i am
the trigger points
still trigger
bits of loose wiring
i still need to figure

when i knew so little
i make my own way
as a sentimental tourist
clambering through my past

my wires so crossed
and burnt
i thought containment
was hard earned
but all i learned

i had to mend
the lines of
my telegraph poles
the hardest to climb

how did we get here?
nobody
no one said
this is how time goes

let try and trace
every contour of love
across your face

we must invest and we must spend
that’s a poverty itch
that the wealthy,
never have to scratch
lower those taxes
inequality is no match

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