1973 School Magazine

DRAMATICMONOLOGUE AMPIIETAMINE ADDICT

WHEN TIME SEEMS TO STAND STILL. The minutes swept around the clock face, Wtere time flew, yott cannot trace. Was it only yesterday? It seemed like an eternity. Wten time itself seerned to stand still, Asyou waited and watched him ill. If he could only make it through the night, Till the break of day and morning light. There was a chance you thought, If you tried and fought. For you to be there, when he colled, There he lry so frail and white And yourself, you had to fight

I'm sitting on a chipped halfpainted chair My feet are icy and my elbows are nearly stuck to the gfotty table by my nervous sweat. Grey fills the room. Grey fills me. No colour in my mind; no thought but the ritual before me. all is bleak. the task, the rut, the futile In the vacuum of the sense-less morning. TWelve little white pills sitting in a row- followed by nine pink ones Go baby go. The twelve that judge my rhythm - my pounding and the flow of my blood await. I catch a whtff - and stomach convulsesas though Sripped in a metol vice that settles on my sickened throat. Hate, Iate. ilfy master in so many ways It poisons me - the stench of the oblong demons nwst be forced down my neck to reek in my childhood fitmmy and veins. Diseasing me. ll[y water awaits me in a greasy glass e Oh-we can take over a gram without water * but it helps to cleanse the stagnant taste of amphetomine addict. The first is down - my fingers are coated with the repugntnt odour. The second and third - the sixth is stuck-andlgasp. I shake - and it shakes mg And so on slowly to the end of my twelve white judges. drudgery. Even the pounding of last night's headache is numbing Now you lotow why they call it a ritual. The remaining nine are calm-me4owns To stop the over-step, over-shock, over-nerves overdose- Soneryl - pretty little soldiers. I line them up and vmtch them fly. Always two I take from uch end and one from the middle: Hey4iddle4iddle, what a fiddle the ueep only gave me foutteen for my money's (worth)? And tonight there'll only be five to get me to the land of sleep I never visit But now is the time. now.- now. Ihere's no fhsh as I haven't got a needle And the grelt still washes through my mind. Tlacy Alexander VA

Instead of away lest he fall. What a battle did take place, It showed in your face.

That while he fought for h^ W, You fought to be calm in the strifu. So you couldhelp himinrelief, And that you knew, was your belief.

Iilendy Spranklin IVB

Jenny Andrews.

Pages of words of a lonely world Of the day in the park when noone talked A at funchwhere he sat olone Or the hours he spent in his old grey room Or the hall-way where noone walked AII is written in an untidy scrawl. fu he relates his W of solitude And writes on the old grey pper His world within two faded covers htt to the readers not muning a thing.

- pain is like heartache - ruptured blips.

Robyn Abbey.

-loneliness is the chair in which you sit and think, and you can only sit

A.W.

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