Essentially Samantha

  The moon at 3am over Southampton, UK. Tower Block The 18 bus trundled down the cobbled Millbrook streets Cold and wet, begrudgingly going to our home We tried to stay out; nuisance neighbours kept us awake Nothing the council could do, just hint at a move for our sake The cold, thin chipped paint peeled off the railings in the block The smell of cat food and roast potatoes was always a shock Anti-social behaviour in the block was rife Loud pumping music was just a way of life The lift was out, now to tackle the stairs with a pram People pushing past you, they don't give a damn Rubbish bags collected, the postman is due Not much to hold onto, faith was for the few Paul is now crying, this is no way to live Cold and hungry, carpetless and curtainless nothing would give The woman opposite our flat starts to scream, nothing new I pull the duvet over my head, this life should be only for the few The strange sound of drilling always at 6 o'clock The neighbou...