Hull Local Poetry Lines of Life - Part Five (1/3) By Paul England

(1/3) (2/3) (3/3). Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

It got to about 5' o clock. Phil, Jonny and Lee had come round for a few spliffs, Lee had just won an award for his bricklaying. We were in my bedroom. Our Mike came in, he was out of it, I remember him pushing my telly across the table with his head and I said, watch what you’re doing. He replied, What you on about? I never touched your telly. He was asking for a joint but I said, Come on I'll help you to bed. He was still going on about a joint while we were on the landing. I said, We'll have one when you get up, and I laid him on his bed. I went back in my bedroom.

Me and the lads had a chat, a few reefs then the lads got off to get changed. I went to the door with them then went back upstairs. I went in to check on Mike, I always did if either him or Dave had taken anything and I was about, then I would keep my eye on ‘em. I started shaking his arm, not a lot ‘cos I didn't want him lashing out - not that he was like that, but when you do eggs then you change. He wouldn't wake up, I thought he was just out of it.

I Don’t Belong

I don’t belong I don’t belong in this time, this place, where I sit in this space. Among the crime, where so many come to some harm, where there's no calm. I don’t belong where the young are fighting in vain, most going insane. In a place, this space, where they spit in your face. I don’t belong where there is war, so show me the door. You don’t understand I just want more for my life, not just this rife. Where has it all gone wrong, why do I feel I don’t belong.

I went downstairs and asked his lass to check on him. I remember saying, He's alright, he's just a bit out of it.

I went into the kitchen then was on my way back upstairs when his girlfriend started screaming. I ran up to see what was up, she just started shouting, He won't wake up. I jumped on the bed, I remember having hold of him, shaking him. His lass ran downstairs to ring an ambulance. The next thing I remember is a kid from next door coming in, he was a mate of Mike’s, he started trying to save him. I just ran out of the room, I was shaking, pacing up and down in the hallway. The ambulance took forever. The kid came out, his name was Lee. I asked him if he was ok. He said, To be honest mate, I don't think he's going to make it.

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Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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