Away from the twenty-four hour hustle and bustle,
With only golfers and trees that rustle.
A picnic bench to rest and watch,
The golfers attempt another shot.

Peace and quiet, with nobody near,
Alone to think, get my head clear.
I see an old rubber tyre, could tie to a tree,
To use as a noose, but a golfer might see.

A shiny used bottle sparkles in the grass,
I smash it to create pieces of sharp glass.
Save it for later when back on the ward,
To use when suicidal, hurting or bored.

MANDY

Words can not describe,
How you helped me to survive.
Not knowing how I felt inside,
Your care kept me alive.
Your presence gave my mood a lift,
Only at weekends you did night shift.

HUGS

She gave me what I wanted,
What no one else would give.
She read my mind, knew what I needed,
Without my having to ask.

Others had tried, giving only a little,
Teasing, leaving, left wanting more.
But what you gave was so much,
Genuine, un-clinical care.

You rubbed my arm for half an hour,
And many times more.
Regularly you held my hand,
Remembering my hug each night.