forcibly shoved in my own wee world
in a bubble that came free
books, music and can you tell me what else?
that desk in the door-less cupboard became my universe
clear years where nothing happened
photos i cannot date
events and places i cannot remember
but tell me this, is a hyper fun filled state any better?
when in truth, a mood swing the wrong way
can take me back to that desk, being 14 again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ty kelly