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Carry On<\/strong><\/p>\n It’s like at the flick of a switch a ghost appears, Loved ones cross my mind I want to talk and yet need solitude, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clive Oseman<\/strong> is a Birmingham born, Swindon based poet, widely published in Japanese short-form journals and now enjoying the Spoken word scene. He is on twitter @Clive_Oseman<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Carry On It’s like at the flick of a switch a ghost appears, stitches my eyelids together and all brightness I ever saw is just distorted memory. Soon no-one will remember me as I hide behind locked doors unable to get up off the floor, knowing I’m sliding yet braced to slide some more. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10263","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10263"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10266,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10263\/revisions\/10266"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstitches my eyelids together
\nand all brightness I ever saw
\nis just distorted memory.
\nSoon no-one will remember me
\nas I hide behind locked doors
\nunable to get up off the floor,
\nknowing I’m sliding
\nyet braced to slide some more.<\/p>\n
\nbut today they don’t love me.
\nThat’s all I see,
\nthe mocking figure of imagination
\nsharpening the edges of words
\nserrating deeds, berating me-
\nunworthy of their time or love
\nor the air I breathe.
\nAlone as I am meant to be.<\/p>\n
\ndon’t need my thoughts denuded.
\nNot right now.
\nI don’t belong. I know I’m wrong
\nbut equally I still believe
\nand feel I’m not strong enough
\nto hold my tongue.
\nUntil I can rediscover light
\nyou’re better off without me in your life.<\/p>\n