Future Version of Myself
What if the tragic future version of myself
has never experienced happiness and joy?
What if the beautiful future version of myself
grows old and frail too soon?
What if the bored future version of myself listens to Mercy Me
and decides that things ain’t what they used to be?
And what if the anxious future version of myself is forced to choose
between a better life or a better death?
What if the future version of myself never exists?
Lay-by
polystyrene cup/ fast food wrapper /
broken glass from an accident /
a stray L-plate / a crushed tin can /
along with / forgotten memories /
of past liaisons /
Henry is a writer, poet and mental health essayist based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in literature and creative writing from the University of Birmingham. He is the author of several poetry collections and his work can be seen in Pure Slush, Lunate, and Synchronized Chaos, among other places.
Love these 2 pieces for their presentation of time, memory and the very notion of futurity; they have me thinking and rethinking, as any great poem should do.