�Man Friday�

I wrote this for a good friend who has paid me a visit virtually every Friday since I have been ill- which has nearly been a whole year- gulp!...they are the best and I gave the poem to them yesterday as a 'thank you'.

Another week of silence and decay
With a body bullied into submission again
And the walls look higher day by day
I’m sure that they quietly laugh at the pain
So when a man is measured by the friends that he keeps
Here I am with just those bloody walls for company

Still stranded by this seasick sensation
I am the island that is difficult to escape from
Where is the lifebuoy?
Where is my message in a bottle?
With a massive SOS that must be noticed by someone
The minutes quickly slip into an hour wasted
And an hour wasted is another day of hatred
And a day of hatred soon becomes another month of blurs and slipping
But a strenuous routine is broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing…

His sunshine bursts away all bleak feelings
As his beams spread fast out over the ceiling
And so I rush return back to being alive
With rays of light and warm red wine
He returns every week despite his own dark clouds
And so I’m thankful that he stays and helps to ease the hours
He keeps me afloat
He takes away the ropes
I’m happy that he sailed by
It’s Friday and I’m above the surface- I’m feeling fine
With his sudden ignite burning down this hated cave
I can see that I’m going to survive another day…



So thank you.


    




 

Reviews

[Marlton]

Its fascinating reading your work when I know some measure of the people and situations that have inspired it. That make the force and tightness of your creativity all the more impressive. You steer through difficult ground that in less able hands could sound like self-pity. However, you find just the right tone to express your anguish whilst also making it universal, relevant to everyone and uplifting in the end.