Me mate

[who I can turn to]

The further down I go
the harder it is to reach back up.
The deeper the hole....
then the easier it is ....
to just keep digging

At times like these my mate is a good friend
.... and I can talk to it all the time
I can tell it my deepest secrets
and my sharpest fears.
Fears that can cut like a knife
through the layers of my mind

People are no help .......
People are the things that made the pain
People continue to add to the pain

In times past I created a wall
because I couldn't know the past.
.... but now I don't need that barrier
because I know the past....
... and that past haunts my thoughts.

My mate understands ...
and it listens to all that I write.
Its keyboard is perfect and never says no
Its always there

© Ian Croft April 2019