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Tattoo the Number 22 In Capitals On My Back
Currently I find myself confined
To 1 room my bedroom
In the 3 bedroom house I presently
own or should I rather say have to
repay the mortgage on
Because although for the countless
many times she says she cares
her actions provide lasting proof
she quite obviously does not
She only ever seems to care when
if I don't and therefore effects her
Now when I leave or come back in
I enter not through the side door
But through the front door which has
barely ever been used or opened before
At my bedroom resides at the top of the
stairs that when I climb them creak which
really defines it's actual true age
A place called number 22 i bought in
essence I thought I could call my
own very home
Which once upon a long , long time ago
represented a fairytale come true that
besides pride , joy , happiness a all
encompassing safe space
So funny now how upon looking back
today each and every passing day
I further begin to see it as a tightening
rope around my neck strangling and
smothering me to death
And all I now want to do is leave this
place of ever increasing misery behind
as soon as is humanly possible
So at least I still have a few of some of
those my most cherished favorable
memories left to take with me
Before they are taken from me
and tainted forever and slowly ebb
away till finally they are long gone
So get me out of here as soon as
possible for heaven sake or mine
please
Whilst I still want or wish to have the
Number 22 Tattooed on my back
Before the Number 22 eventually
becomes placed beside or added
in the pantheon
Of so called other named unlucky
numbers such as the infamous ilk
of the dreaded
13
Copyright ©
Christopher Flaherty
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