Sometimes existing is just not enough
Sometimes time traveling to a time
In ones mind is. Then again maybe not.
Thinking back standing on a hillock,
Quantum thinking about running down.
Must have been a right pillock,
Running down such a steep hillock.
Better to feed a memory then the brain,
Remembering a wobberly time back when.
I'd have to climb the hillock once again,
In my mind I was big maybe nine going on ten.
Could remember mother lifting me off the floor,
Pillows laying on the ground in case I fell down.
Off the sofa once again as I have done
Many times before.
Being only three going on four.
Being dragged to school, From mum being torn.
Can't remember a time I hated more.
A left handed dyslexic bullied kid,
Who's only problem was being born.
Know I stand on top of South downs,
Looking down from my hill top once again.
Wishing I could be that little kid once more,
Being older not wiser knowing in my
There's no pillows left to catch me anymore.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-04-10 at 08:32
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