I’ve seen this girl,
Rages in her sleep:
Life bitter dropped her
And now she runs,
Too loud, too scared -
Failure is her ground,
Nowhere to fall,
No heights achieved,
A young child,
Boyfriend locked up;
The madness of drugs took her for a whirl,
The sordid soiled misery slept inside her head,
There’s been no escape.
Now she ‘manages’,
Stick-thin, teeth all bad,
On the grim estate.
I’ve come across these poor souls, desperately poor background, low expectations, get sucked into dugs, struggling to stay away from drugs – loud, brash, hurting, and inside their heads that’s all they know and expect.
