this somebody’s boy

and he talks to me
this young man
in a babble of words

I say nothing
he’s too high

a touch of macho
surrounding an elevated mood
racing fast and furied
until he stops


dead quiet

and his face starts to move
into creases and crinkles
reshaping while he struggles
his eyes go glassy

and then it’s all sadness
this boy
this somebody’s little boy
is doing it tough

because it’s hard to be a man
all the time

© Frank Prem

This piece is taken from an unpublished collection drawing on my experiences working in the field of psychiatry, tentatively entitled ‘The New Asylum’, currently being developed into book format in collaboration with my wife Leanne Murphy.

Leanne has also crafted this piece into a quite moving and powerful song.

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