DOWN

The poet in me has died
I scratch around in the recess of my mind
Only to find an empty space
I am cramped up like a fish in a bowl

Round and round up and down
Same shit different day
Unfulfilled unhappy people fill my day
Always an issue

Me relegated to some service roll 2nd on every ones list
No I am not cringing; no not at all
Just sad in my heart
Is all

I small voice from deep inside me says
Claim your space
Petty as that my sound, it could be good advice

Patrick Watson 2014