Benidorm Poem by Allison Riches

I love my Tom, my Michael, my eyes and heart bleed at the thought
Of my loves of 7 years deserting tiny Rye; oh God I'm distraught;
The shaking of my hands as I struggle to cope,
True love hath departed taking all of my hope;
My beautiful friends
I'm too late to depend;
So I'm wrapping a piece of my soul
And its with you that it's sent;
And nothing will ever replace the dark hole
Lost compassion represents;
Emptiness cuts deep in this pathetic body of mine.
They say 'all pain heals just give it some time'.
I thank you for teaching a lesson in love:
True friendship's understated with loyalty far above
Fakirs and entertainers,
Paper cut outs who blame us
For their emptiness they will always know;
It takes loss and recognition before we can grow,
And selflessly giving, learning to miss.
I love you my friends, but remember this:
A 7 year cycle they say in life's journeys are the norm;
I'm gutted its Hove, and not beloved Benidorm.




Allison Riches, sociopath, May 2007