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Behind The Wheel-a poem by John Patrick Robbin

18/12/2017

Behind The Wheel

It was down pouring like a bastard !
I knew I had to drive and laid in bed till time to get behind the wheel.

Driving took a great ability to ignore the madness around you.
If you paid attention to the insanity of others, You would go insane yourself .

Let alone trying to maintain a conversation hoping your next fare wouldn't be your last.

That this prick behind you wouldn't pull a gun on you .
Or then again maybe you hoped he would.

Ending this hamster wheel existence .
Between the couples always either making out or fighting.

It was seldom a dull night.
Then there was the sitting around waiting in empty parking lots .

Fighting off the boredom and the desire to sleep.

You are a prisoner in a mobile cage nothing more.

I laid in bed watching the time count down.
Fuck I didn't want to drive in this shit!
Course I didn't ever want to drive to begin with.

But being Hollywood wasn't beating down my door .
Looks like I was stuck behind the wheel again.

(John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet who's work has appeared in Red Fez, Ramingos Porch ,Spill The Words , Blue Pepper , Inbetween Hangovers , Your One Phone Call, The Outlaw Poetry Network . His work and words are always unfiltered).

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Two poems by Laura Slack

4/12/2017

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Worry

Do I worry?
I know I do
I feel so much inside
But I want to be like you

Do I worry?
I feel it every day
I wish I could forget it
And let it just lay

Do I worry?
That is am sure
It’s hard to ignore though
Is there really no cure?

Do I worry?
I need to get past it
To be strong and happy
Not be in the pit

Do I worry?
A little bit less now
Stop analysing everything
It would be just wow

Do I worry?
Always, I know
Just keep on trying
And feel a bit less low
Do I worry?
Yes that is right
But not always a bad thing
Means you care, and have insight.

Looking

The pictures on the wall
Bringing back the past
Good times and bad
But will the memories last

So many years have gone
My mind isn’t what it was
Looking back now
Filled with joy as well as loss

Was hard to see the change
So sad to see them leave
Did I say goodbye?
And did I even grieve?

Love is in my heart
That will never disappear
Must hold onto those moments
But I’m pushing back a tear

Looking back I wish for more
But it was just enough
Farewells are always hard
That, you know was tough.

( Laura Slack lives in Nottingham, UK and has submitted 2 poems inspired by her experiences with mental health)

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Behind The Wheel-a poem by John Patrick Robbin

Two poems by Laura Slack

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Behind The Wheel-a poem by John Patrick Robbin

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