Poem -

A town called oblivion

When she threw me out
It was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was dirty unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure.
She whispered quietly
I always loved you.
I still do.
I felt so dirty I needed 
A shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
With her finger tips
Like she used 
to touch my skin
When we made love 
In our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly 
You know I lost our son as well.
As I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion.

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Georgina Richardson

Hi Jude,

This is a beautifully written piece and will sadly resonate with many people who have suffered like that as it is very common. We all need to try to help people who suffer like that and show them love. You expressed it superbly sweety. Well done, you are very talented so keep writing for us all.

G xx

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