Guys, come quick

Something’s wrong with Pete

He’s collapsed and can’t be roused

I think that he’s OD’d

Could we have foreseen this coming?

Was there any sign?

For God’s sake someone find a phone and dial 999


He’s taken an overdose

A cry for help do you suppose?

Was this something that he chose?

Did he really want to die?


He asks himself

Why he was sent

And speaks of finding answers

And enlightenment

Band relations have been bad

Pete’s always criticised

Can’t you see that he’s been bullied

And been ostracised


He’s taken an overdose

And now he lays there comatose

He’ll be okay, but it was close

And we’re left wondering why



© 2008 Paul Curtis