FOR DARREN

 

Pounding waves

invade the shores of my imagination,

salt washed pebbles bruise my naked feet,

discordant voices ride the onshore breezes

and mock the need to close my eyes in sleep.

I watch the restless tide's incessant motion,

see peaks and troughs as win or lose,

hear gulls harsh screams of exultation

as they hunt the silver flesh in shallow pools.

My body aches with fear and craving,

I bite my lips but feel no pain,

will tomorrow have a meaning

will tomorrow come again?

 

 

Written for a young man who has depression and mental health problems

after using illegal drugs.