The Mountains of Ibiza Called Me

I wanted to run up the mountains of Ibiza, 
Only to run back down one, fast and strong, 
But James had passed on a while back, 
And when more normal, I did to him belong. 

So I did not suggest my desire to my dad, 
For a few days because I feared him sane, 
About me being my brother’s child really, 
About me knowing it with all my brain. 

But I wanted him to know i resent no carer, 
No mentor who was an atheist on my level, 
‘Cos I had one at school who was slammed, 
Since they knew with him I wouldn’t bevel. 

So I told them I wanted to climb a mountain, 
Straight, not with strings or emotional tone, 
And he growled something in scathing return, 
So I decided from then to use the home phone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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