These are the years of my Jacob’s sorrows

A clockwork toy dreaming of better tomorrows

Functioning slightly hurt, a little damaged

My heart pulled apart like a dry stale cabbage…

 

Darkness has become my one true friend

Masking my pain that seems to have no end 

An everyday warrior holding the line 

Against internal enemies who have no pity

Just destruction chaos in the soul of my city…

 

This city of dreams where men grow old too young

Lacking the wisdom that comes with deep time

Everyone has gone, those that I love

Left with just memories of happier days…

 

The reality was different

I was needed, I was loved

Now like a pit pony led to the light

Blinded by delusion, no longer can fight…

 

This fallen Earth calling but not for the truth

As the curtain comes down I sit on the roof

Watching the stars wink at the Moon

Knowing it’s over, act three has begun…

 

Yet I will sit quietly, watch, laugh

For it was all just for fun

A twisted bicycle wheel turns in my head

With spokes made of gold 

On a frame made of lead…

 

Tiredness so normal

I can’t recall what I said

Just that these are the years of my Jacob’s sorrows

A clockwork toy dreaming of better tomorrows….

 

M C Bolton June 2025

Photo by Nesli, @neslik