. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Amy Speaks

Friday, October 15, 2021

Amy Speaks


Will you remember me?


(A lone voice whispers)


Like grey smoke slowly rising in London's old Southgate



Each morning as I slowly open my tired red eyes in here

Filled with dark thoughts and whispers of the past



I still think of places in Enfield

I used to visit



Or people who’ve died who I’ve lost in an unholy war

Good friends who have now entered Gods gates



Now I'm forever 27



I always wake up with a body and soul inside that’s slowly crying

With tears that don’t dry on their own



Here in my own dark painful version of Heaven



Will you still love me

My old friends and lovers



Tomorrow



Even though you all once knew deep down inside

I’m was so addictive but really no good



Hey little rich girl

I once heard you say



But what is it about men who just like to play

When you still wake up all alone



Rich but still so poor in Camden



Wearing your deep depression like a familiar loved cherished

Old coat of darkened dreams



In tandem

Which still sing but silently screams



I now know there is no greater love

Than the Almighty



For to know him is to love him even more



My day will come though

Like me and Mrs Jones



Love is maybe a losing game

Where you pull in fuck me black heels and white pumps



Where your soul is love-drunk on cheap vodka 

From long lines of so tempting cocaine



I now watch in silence at all those subtle moments

As my life on this big screen in here



Flows

Forever tumbling like forgotten red and golden Autumn leaves



As I stand close to the front of this barrier in The Great In-Between



You may be all wondering if as a historic ghost

I still visit London or my beloved Enfield



My answer is always

Yes



For my reflection in gilded silver mirrors

I still see in passing posters or shop windows



As whispers of doubts slowly still

Swim on the molten surfaces of my mind



Seeking out all my hidden kingdoms

As me, they always stalk and follow



Looking for lost shores to walk and run upon and remain there

Haunting me forever



In some of my vintage old clothes

Especially through this half time



When the black cockerel crows

And the Great Golden Horn blows



Some say I was always doomed

Just another ill-fated singer simply eating and drinking



New and old pharmaceutical and alcoholic treasures

Walking the long mirage filled ancient winding roads



Towards a certain death or salvation

But still a winding road to the very end



Filled and overflowing with such strands of darkness

That I thought foolishly were just there for my own intense pleasure



But through the blurred white lines

And the distorted visions



I speak this



My life’s story is simply a sad song for just you

For I truly believe my soul will soar again



In time

My inner faith will create a silver bridge



To leave this dark pathway to self-destruction

And instead, lead to my own spiritual resurrection



For I believe Jesus died on the cross for me

And all I can do to repay his sacred belief

His sacrifice



Is to conquer all my hidden demons

And share my inner dreams in these words I used to bury



So deeply hidden within me



Before I am called back

By he who always calls



To fade forever into the Black



Before I go

Can I ask a question of you



Swear on your body and soul in the middle of this dark night

Standing between all those you still love but also those



Who you know still might cheat



Does my memory still stand beside you and we'll always be best friends



Right



For fame and love is such a losing game and I need you

To always remember my name




I was simply thrown under the Freedom Train as I couldn’t hold on any longer

Due to my everlasting mental pain


Remember me

My name is Amy


Copyright John Duffy




All my pieces are just monologues from voices whispering in the dark of The Great In-Between.

 Salute.


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