TW: violence and knife crime
I’ve been struggling with processing an attack that happened a few years ago. I’ve recently started writing poetry about it to try to express my thoughts. Not expecting anything from anyone, just somewhere to let it out.
Sorry if this isn’t the place for that.
I want a new remote:
You’ve been the remote control to my life
You pause
You silence my happiness
You increase the volume of anxiety
You change the channel back to horrors which are always on repeats
You switch on and off whenever you want
Sometimes I forget where you are but you always seem to turn up
Sometimes when I’m alone
Sometimes when I’m asleep
Sometimes when I’m the happiest I could be
Sometimes when I’m watching something else.
You turn up again.
I try to turn you off
I try to remove the batteries
I try getting a new remote
I try all the buttons I can
I try. I try. I’ve tried.
I want a new remote.
Stanley is not a friend
A long day at work
Stressed to the top
I’ll have a few drinks
Don’t know when to stop
Should I go home?
I’m alone, not a single friend
Well I can make a few
I go out in the end
Start with a pint
Watch the football
Call myself a taxi
Out out after all
Stood in the queue
Do I look sad?
Going out by myself
Isn’t all that bad?
Beers turn to rum
Cider becomes whiskey
I meet someone new
Things are going to get frisky
Their name is Stan
They introduce me to their clan
We bust a groove
I make a move
Stan is nice
I’m living my life
They’re dressed in red
I’m going to get in their bed
Let’s go, they said
So off we head
We get to their home
Now I really feel alone
Why am I here?
It rises, the fear
I say I want to leave
Stan says no, please
Stan wants to play
I need to get away
Then Stan pulls it out
And starts to shout
Stanley’s here now
Stan was alright
Stanley wants a fight
What can I do?
I won’t hit someone new
Now it’s too late
I accept my fate
I pray for my life
As Stanley is a knife