Sarah Cotnam Poems

im missing the good old days
where i sat alone in my room
where the darkness fades under my eyes
and i needed much more sleep
...

I ran so hard
so fast.
I left
and was gone.
...

A soul,
A spirit,
and a mind of your own
...

the day
is a coffee carousel
of the same faces
and ponies
...

Secrets may fade in my mind
but they will never disappear
The only secrets I'm afraid I'll break
are the ones I hold so dear
...

and i went out followed
took the turns alone
they're laughing at me
talking to me
...

I have come to the road stop
gone from the place of need to change clothes and roles
to the real –whatever that is-
the time to change: the last sensible reinvent
...

Late summer
when the bees get dizzy
the heat is getting cooler
nights are getting longer
...

developing fantasies in my head

of us in different bodies
...

automatic friends wont last the night

when the clock is ticking
...