James Aykroyd

Rookie (Bradford Royal Infirmary)

Slow Motion - Poem by James Aykroyd

I walk I stalk,
Drifting by,
Like a drunken eye,
Watching time,
Glide by,
With everything around,
Your ground,
Every sound,
Shows me a way,
I see you afraid,
Your each and every mistake,
Like an eagles sight,
Through the day,
During the night,
To them places that fright,
Every new born's life,
From love to pain,
Every town,
Every bit of ground,
Is stained,
By are memories through life,
But most won't tell,
That their life,
Is like one constant bell,
The clock of hell,
But to me,
The pieces just fall,
Straight their,
Among the air,
Where I slow you down,
So I can watch and tell,
Forwards or backwards,
My eyes wander time.

By James Aykroyd

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Effects Of Pain In Life

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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