Lost Myself (poem)
In a dark an unused corner of his mind
Resides the child he used to be.
A boy, once caring and kind.
An innocent soul, pure and clean
Sheltered and hidden in that distant place
Hiding forever from this, the human race.
The man in front of you doesn’t remember
What it was like to be cared for and safe.
Now jaded, bitter, and mean.
Scars and wrinkles adorn his face.
He lied to himself for an eternity
About who he was, and what he’d seen
Fact and fiction became one reality
His true identity lost in the wake
Of the crashing wave pushing him onward
Stand up straight
Take it like a man.
Don’t be a coward.
Learn to take a stand.
Pretending to ignore the troubling scenes.
The violence and hate,
The sins and their sinners,
Bask in their normality
The origin of every scar,
Indelibly burned in his memory.
Now wondering where that child had gone,
Disappeared like the morning frost.
Was this broken man all that remained?
And that feeling of safety, or love, is it forever lost?