I don’t class myself in any way as a poet! I have no roll-neck tops, I don’t drink real ale, I’m not a teenage girl, I don’t, generally, write poetry.
However on occasion I do write rhyming, or otherwise, verse. Usually with a view to turning it into a song at some point. However if the idea never develops then I guess what you’re left with is poetry!?
So tonight I’m posting what can only be referred to as a song without music, or poem. I don’t think I was in a good place when I wrote this one, although I can’t remember rightly and I always aim my songs towards the Alice In Chains/Nirvana/crying yourself to sleep genre.
Here it is.
Can I have the time please?
‘Cause I think that mine is running out,
If I close my mouth,
It’ll mean that I can shout.
Push myself back off the floor,
I can’t feel this any more.
Show me the way,
So I can start to see,
Hold me still,
So I can start to feel free.
Peel me off the silent floor,
Ignore me as you close the door.