I was reading a book last night and suddenly found myself writing a short poem and this is it
The calling
I sit by a brook
With a sandwich and book
Brush a strand of my hair
Wipe a tear from my eye
Suddenly I ponder the question of why
Have I read something between the main lines?
Has something ignited?
Has something been drawn from my mind?
Has the echo of time swelled and become flowing
Have I suddenly become the one that's all knowing
As I sit by the brook with my thoughts a sandwich and book
About Me
- jamiemccoy
- I was born in London.I started to experiment with drugs at the tender age of 11. My mother was a registered drug addict, and stepfather was a weekend binge drinker. I went to a secondary modern school when I was not stoned or asleep - always sat at the back of the class as it was thought I had learning difficulties and was disruptive. I left school not being able to read and write. A regular user of amphetamines and cannabis which progressed over the years to heroin. By the time I was 21 I was a full time addict and homeless. I begged and stole to feed the habit and by the time I was thirty six I'd been to prison - even when I was released I struggled to keep any accommodation because of drugs. I was 48 when one Christmas I had an epiphany. No plan just a crazy idea and decided enough was enough. I threw the bag of heroin I had just brought into the Thames and has been clean ever since. I have also learned to read and write and have written and produced my own books of poetry. I have also written a children’s book and am now writing a play even though I've has not actually seen one! The day my life changed was the day the Thames got stoned instead of me.