This is a poem from last year that I have re-written as I like to experiment with perspectives..
Selfish
Self-Pity
That’s you today
Can’t concentrate
On anything
Apart from gradual decay
No oil in the engine
Feeling dry
Trying to encounter
Some grand design
Thoughts dwell where they should not
“Empty”
“Vacant”
Just give it a shot
Concentration isn’t everything
Shush can you hear
The worms!!
The ground is breaking and shaking
Beneath lonely toes
Can you see the voices
“Returning”
“Taunting”
Self-deceiving
Always misleading
A confused tumble of forgotten denials
Just do it for the money
Like everybody else
Selling parts
Don’t get left out
Outside with the gold
Glazed interest
No life behind the eyes
Songs, traffic and corruption
Cigarettes and alibis
Can still see the box
Oh God! It’s too heavy to carry
“Heavy”
“Failure”
Stumbling and tripping
To the sounds of odd music
Autumn chill in your hair
Joints not working as well as they did
Selfish
Self-Pity
That’s you
And all the times that you hid
©John de Gruyther 2014
The World Outside the Window 
Powerful and emotive – you cut to the quick with this one. I hope it isn’t too autobiographical though … 🙂
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Thank you Rachael, some little snippets are based on things I have seen but not really autobiographical, don’t worry 🙂
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