Helpline

Poem for the helpless

                              Helpline

I thought I'd put everything into it
The cat following my circling sword
(I know she's not coming home)
My stomach like a car battery
But it passes through the shades
Passes like love and money
Like nights and days spent and wasted
Yes these words like life are going nowhere
Funny how my lines get shorter
And shorter
Feelings lay themselves open to be killed by others
Feelings of sadness
Toys of destruction
Feelings like chocolate
Make me sick in time
Families will panic
Not knowing the reason why
But I never asked for help in anyway
Give me a good day
I've been at home such a long long time
I'd enjoy a good storm right now
An African dust cloud
Like the one my memory serves up night after night
If only I had some credit on my mobile
I still wouldn't call you
Or the helpline