Hull Local Poetry Lines of Life - Part Five (2/3) By Paul England

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

God Is Calling

He is calling my name He will come again He is calling me To set me free He has been before He is back for me To show a place Where things come free No money no power No pain to see No money or hands Our souls float free No drugs in demand God is calling see A light this place To where we go Is this a place? We have been before The fear we feel Before we’re there If we knew, would we care? God is back He is calling again God is near He is calling my name

I just ran out into the street, I was in tears. There was a kid from one of the flats going out in his car. I asked him to take me to town where my mam lived. I remember sitting in the back of his car saying, He's dead, he's dead .... He dropped me off about two minutes away. I just ran, it took forever. I got there and ran in, my mam was on the floor screaming, she was in bits. You see, I realise now that the truth is we had taken a turn in life and there was no way back. I never feared anything in life like I did when I realised he was dead.

Missing Him

Look inside my dreams and see what you can find? See into my eyes For this world shows me no kind Mercy's for the weak and the streets they showed me none. I was searching for top spot, But it's different now he's gone. Though I still miss him now, I have to set him free. Eight years is just too long you see For his death to be haunting me. I helped him to his bedroom and laid him on his bed. I walked back in to check on him, To find he lay there dead! Then all my dreams were killed, The day the drugs killed him. I sat alone then at night Just feeling every sin. Inside I just felt empty. I sat alone and cried the only day I now remember Is that day my brother died For yes he’s still my brother. His still my mother’s son and still I miss him every day For what started out as fun!

I never slept that night at all. I just sat there with my mam. You see, we didn't get on that well ‘cos of all the dealing and shit. But he was my brother and I loved him. That night he died something died in me. I just felt empty. I was the last one to talk to him and the first to see him dead. The truth is I found it hard, my head was in bits. As the days drifted away I just got stoned 24\7, I tried not to talk about him. I was just trying to hold it together but I just couldn't handle it.

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Copyright ©2007  Paul England

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