Sitting under the table
wrapped up in a bright blue blanket –
people keep knocking on my bones
wanting to be let in,
but the blanket is mine.
They all lie and cheat,
but I will win.
Other people cannot see the inside,
cannot believe the truth.

This is one of a series of poems that I wrote a few years ago when I was working on more abstract poetry to look at everyday lives. I’ve played around with it a bit since but I’m not sure if it works for anyone apart from me!


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