I wrote this after hearing a story. He knows who he is, this is for him.
The Samaritan Debrief
Debrief or de grief
makes me want to write a rap
where the rhythm takes me.
Out on de street and de people
crowd me shoulder for to tap.
so I forget where I started
wit de trouble and de pain
but it won’t go away
here it come back again.
De trouble wit de hurting
is it sticks in de bones
and then everything I see
colours grey as grey as stones.
That tree branch suits a hanging
and the loch will do to drown,
the road goes to the bridges
where a jump would take me down.
And so it goes
a list of woes
that never seems to end
until at last
I call out loud
and there he stands
holds out his hand
I have a friend.
Poetry of Moods and Moments 