Graham Jones Poems

I'm in a world that isn't there
At least not there for me
What is it that I'm lacking
That I can't see what others see
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Cobbled streets and leafy lanes
Old church spires with weather vanes
Flintstone walls beside the road
Thatched cottages stand out so bold
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I am perceived a leopard
I cannot change my spots
Its true that I still love you
For my heart is tied in knots
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My wall begins to crumble
Yet I fight to keep it there
Locked away from prying eyes
And those who want to stare
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While walking round the forest heath
The night began to fall
The temperature did likewise drop
An owl began to call
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As you lay in bed pursuing sleep
Can you hear the wind down in the street
Chasing leaves, and garbage cans
Howling like a thousand fans
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The more and more I do contrive
To try and keep my brain alive
I am beset with stumbling blocks
Across my path like granite rocks
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Monsters, monsters everywhere
Becareful, lest yours should come
Deformed and ugly, best beware
They'll leave you cold and numb
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You talk to old people in, in bars all alone
They talk about wives, family and home
About times long ago, of sadness and sorrow
Of hard times gone by, but never tomorrow
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She stood alone in midday sun
A vision to be seen
As black as oil on waters deep
My heart she stole in one
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