A Walk in the Park, They Say

Gates closed, doors shut.

Glass cased, through windows look.

Up at four to watch the dawn.

To bed again at dusk, in anguish lay.


A walk in the park they say!

So beyond my reach. So far away.

Is this the price I have to pay?


Phones ring. I never look or pick

Them up. Unwashed, unshaven

Deep in thought with walls that talk.

To them alone I pray.


A walk in the park they say!

So beyond my reach. So far away.

Is this the price I have to pay?


Forced to eat. Engine turns.

Head down. Eyes blind

Head spin, heart race, bound by space.

Folk encountered held at bay.


A walk in the park they say!

So beyond my reach. So far away.

Is this the price I have to pay?


I hasten there. I hurry home.

Drawbridge pulled once more.

Living dead or fearing dread,

Anxiety I sweat each day.


A walk in the park they say!

So beyond my reach. So far away.

Is this the price I have to pay?


Panic laden breath I choke.

Medication daily bread, washed down

With singeing gin. Thirst for living fully slaked

Unfit to cope. Come what come may.


A walk in the park they say!

So beyond my reach. So far away.

Is this the price I have to pay?


A child, on roundabouts once I swung.

Fun, fast, grinning, blithely once I ran the

Bladed swards of green,

My treasured place of play.


So beyond my reach. So far away.

It is the price I have to pay.

I only beg that I may walk the park again someday.


© 2017 James Hanna-Magill

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