I lost myself in a place,
Dark and dank,
Where the thoughts in my head,
Scream at me,
‘You skank, you’re rank.’
Marked by your brush,
Scarred by your touch,
Brutally ripped apart by a heavy weight,
Trod on and spat out,
These are the stages.
Lost entirely who I was,
Who was I?
Stuck in a hole, adjusting,
Having to re-learn,
There’s no way from my mind,
The bad thoughts have been purged,
It’s still there, always,
I don’t think it matters really,
How much time goes by.
After a long time,
What felt like forever spent waiting around.
I found myself lost and upside down.
But I realise now that over this time,
I have reached a new-found depth within my mind,
Gone deeper within myself than I had ever ventured before.
So now I’m roaming because I love to explore,
that the thing about life there’s always something more.