Nowadays.
On my worst days.
It feels like I’m walking the plank.
Really, it does.
…
It’s not a pantomime piratey feeling, though.
It’s not that jolly.
It’s not that dramatic.
It’s not that colourful.
It’s not that storyful.
It’s just a feeling.
A sad feeling.
A calm, silent and personal feeling.
Inside.
…
On my worst days.
It feels like I’m walking the plank.
Really, it does.
…
Being 50odd has to have something to do with this feeling.
Because when I was younger.
I never felt like this.
I never felt like I do nowadays.
On my worst days
Like I am walking the plank.
…
I smile.
As I walk this plank.
It is not a happy smile, though.
It is a smile of resignation.
As I resign myself to the fact that this plank I walk.
It will end.
I resign myself to this.
And the fact I don’t know when.
…
Nowadays.
On my worst days
It feels like I’m walking the plank.
Really, it does.
