Jamie Thomson


The Challenge

Sitting on a bumpy train with lumpy ribs
with pain that keeps my head elsewhere,
not looking where it should, I should thank,
protecting me and keeping me from there.

From Bad thoughts about oneself, but its their truth that taints,
coated in an iron barrier for so long not look,
As what's inside, the outside it paints.
Ignorance is bliss, out of sight, out of mind.

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