Poem by Jeff Mc Crory and Lincoln Grant, Photography by Jeff Mc Crory
You’ve spent so many years dead
Being out of it,
20 billion years.
You are a long time dead,
My mother always says.
You can keep on tracing back
The strings that keep you stuck.
Worrying about scoring more,
Caning it. I’ve been there too.
I collapsed, lost a tooth,
Cracked few ribs, bruised my face.
Bumped my head on the ground, passed out.
They de-toxed me at the hospital,
I was clean for weeks.
As soon as I came out, I reached for a drink.
How stupid can you get?
Why do you want to spend your life like that?
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is present, said an eleven years old Iranian girl to me once.
I spend my days in depression.
I’ve got to get away from this.
Depressive states make me more depressed.
I’ve got to get away from pills,
Sixteen a day is way too many.
When I awake every day
I see the sea where my mother lives
And the church near Sainsbury’s,
I feel serene.
The drink and the drugs I cannot escape,
The feeling of low self-esteem.
I return back to the harshness of my day.
Reality sets in.
25th Sept 2012