Something told me
This was it
Like the way a teacher would shout
Last lap boys
And you sprint for your life
Like my uncle seeing the end
With a nail gun to his head
But you don’t wanna go out like that
Even he knew that when he set it down
You wanna finish at the end
Totally exhausted
Not caring what position you’re in
Just knowing you gave out
So much fucking love
That even the gods
Want to see you
Live one more day
PBJ has poems published in Ireland, the UK and Canada. His first story was published by the BBC at 19 years old. His first film was screened at The Playhouse in Derry, and he wrote a column for the International Times called Street Writer.