Lonely Friday Nights – Written Friday 10th October 1997 (Aged 22)

Lonely Friday Nights

street corner street lamps
shine bright on this friday night
but the children still fight
and they will mug you for a cigarette
how easy it is,
to forget this mess we find ourselves in
they will drink –
till they cannot stand up
or they cannot stand the sight of your face
i know –
they have had poison put in their hope
it has certainly been laced
it’s the bitterness of their talk
and the look upon their faces
street corner street lamps
still manage to dazzle in the friday rain
but still can’t ease the pain –
of a ten year old with no place to go
because his home is a fighting place
and its his face, he dare not show
how quickly she grows,
her make up somehow all shiny
under the artificial light of the street lamps
she is the first to call her friends tramps
and yet they think she is so enlightened
but at barely twelve,
really, she is just so frightened
sadly it’s all been put out there
street corner street lamps
reflect all this on a friday night
and so many other nights


James Garratt – Friday 10th October 1997



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