Anthracite

Sometimes I am standing and very strong

I can do this, yes, for times very long

 

Sometimes I think I just need a hug

Is it my future in the bottom of this mug?

 

Sometimes I think I try to hard

Am I trumped by my own high card?

 

Sometimes I think it’s just too much

A one legged man with a broken crutch

 

Sometimes I feel all alone

Have I been to long, on my own?

 

Sometimes I want to shout and rage

Until I pause and turn the page.

 

Sometimes I think they don’t care

Is honour and empathy something rare?

 

Sometimes I think there is no love

Just black crows and no white dove

 

Sometimes I have to smile and pretend

That it’s all ok, it’ll be good in the end

 

Sometimes I’m tired and had enough

Is it ok to admit it’s a bit rough?

 

Sometimes I don’t want to be so exposed

But I’d welcome a smile dressed in a rose

 

Sometimes I steer a ship through a storm

And on the other side I am wet and forlorn

 

Sometimes I dance to a tune in the middle

A spiteful master and his screeching fiddle

 

Sometimes I think I am beaten

Bruised and sore, nothing to sweeten

 

Sometimes I think there is really only me

That’s ok really, not unusual to see

 

But that’s only sometimes

I think today

I’ll be ok

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