By Daniel Crespin
Photography by Ryoji Iwata, via Unsplash
I
Inhabit the space where you’re barely awake,
yet the klaxon does sound in your head.
You’re lost and forlorn,
Wish you’d never been born
a space between silence and dread.
You get out of bed, feel the rush to your head,
Pour a cup which you taste to forget.
Twisted and shaped by the rattle of hate,
the fight between you and your head.
You walk to the door, with your face to the floor, a world where you’re dead and alone. That’s to say dead inside — all else, still alive — yet the klaxon does ring once again.
Purged is the street, through the dust drag your feet,
Feel the wind as it rips, chill-blained, brandished on your senseless cheeks.
II
Inhabit the space where you’re barely awake,
Yet your heart beats in time once again.
You’ve arrived on the shore with a strength at your core,
And a soul that is longing to strive.
Strive on once again, your mind is your friend
in a world where you once were alone.
From the space you derived, a new longing to thrive,
and you’ll never be beaten again.
Daniel Crespin
Daniel is an actor, writer and musician originally from Bristol, but living in London. Daniel trained at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art on the BA Acting Course and is currently writing a poetry collection called ‘An Elegy to Absence’. He is also in the process of developing a podcast called ‘The Emerging Artists Podcast’ . Represented by Nancy Hudson Associates.
