Tattooed Tears Poem by Gypsy Boy Ravey

I look but I can't see
Can't see where I want to be
I need a change a new routine
A change of scene from where I've been

I seek but I can't find
Can't find any peace of mind
Peace of minds been left behind
Mind's in a bind and can't unwind

I talk but no-one hears
No-one hears my inner fears
My inner fears I can't allay
Here they stay both night and day

I speak but with no voice
And with no voice I have no choice
No choice to do but what I'm told
Too old and bold to be cajoled

I reach but I can't touch
What I yearn to touch so much
And he who wants what he can't get
You can bet is set to fret

I breathe but I feel dead
Or am I dead just in my head?
What use a head that can't be used?
Used, abused and never amused

I try but with no hope
And with no hope it's hard to cope
Hard to cope easy to frown
The tattooed tears of a clown



(c) varey 2013