Don’t remember me as you last saw me.
I was feeling down, rough; useful life past
and the present cold, hard, edgy. You see
you gave me food, clean clothes, the will to last
another dark, deep night. A tense, sorry sight,
drink, drugs a desperate high to move it fast.
Dawn arrives, feeling crap get in a fight.
Hit, kicked, shit upon then struggle down to
find a friend. Help at hand providing light
at the end of my tunnel… What would I do
if you weren’t there to run to? Help me
please – listen with compassion. Thank you.
Anonymous October 2016