Poems from James Ducket
Walk a street and then you might see, see the things, see the people, those kneeling at a steeple, and just think about them
What they want...
All seems well, when all is not, the things I sought haunt my thought
Distract and retract from my mind like food to a swine or like an OCD...
Why is it them
Why not me?
Why is it that I can't be happy.
Why is it that I can't be glad, but only broken and sad.
Her face shines and...
I wish to say, to speak, to preach
but as a sheet there's a limit that I meet
and the pencil of time so willingly shines and binds to my...
Shades of gray day by day stay just to fade away
shades of day come to play but don't stay when you stray away from play
shades of night...