By Andy Eycott
Feel that itch
irritant
I want to scratch
this year from my skin
the summer
of this torment
seemed easier to bare
Winters nail
drawn across a chalkboard
I stare into the mirror
same boat
set adrift months ago
I deploy
windless sails of my smile
hook another sheet
over my ears
across my mouth
shielding
what I really feel
what I really want to say
Andy has been published in a number of magazines and anthologies both in print and online. He lives and works in South East London.
This was written from a feeling I couldn’t quite put my finger on. A mixture of detachment, endless routine and confused guidelines. Also, the underlying nagging of isolation however positive I try to feel and the perception that we are all in the same boat.
I so relate to this – every day at work, the utter ambivalence hidden behind the mask…