My mind never stops,
Another voice wanting to be heard,
From day one I was taught to listen.
Never waiting for me to catch up.
Troubled mind turns to drink,
Takes the problem away for a while.
Empty bottles all around signal their problems are going,
Though it may only be for a while.
London been bombed!
The death toll is rising has I write in a state of shock,
Fearing for people I know.
My mobile rings; releasing my fears,
You lay at the bottom of my bed,
Ever looking so sad.
An eye long gone,
The stuffing gone,
I can’t pretend that I understand,
Is it a call for help?
When you tell me your plans.
I am supposed to help?
A wall is built,
Not to climb or to look from the top,
But to protect from what we hate.
Eyes falling on everyone,
Not a victim of crime,
I lay down
Raped of my life.
I’m a victim of myself,
Thoughts creeping into my head,
Ones that I’d like to push away,
Yet they stay.
Eating into my heart,
What would I be without the doors that opened to me?
I knew of no-one like me.
I didn’t live in a village,
Though at times it really felt like it.