The Dungeons Of My Head – Written Wednesday 4th March 1993 (Aged 18)

The Dungeons Of My Head

the light of the land takes a foreign hand.
in the chill of night,
a vision of a cold and empty past comes into sight—
a girl takes the hand of a lost plight.
a girl, with eyes that hold a story to tell,
sits deep inside my head.
soon, she and my mind start to gel.
now i look behind me—
the past is dead.
so much to tell, so much to say.
in the heat of the day,
i urge her to bring luck my way.
what can i do,
when i am watching what i do and what i say?
as the cool presence of evening approaches,
my fear escapes from my head—
it feels like a thousand cockroaches.
but i know, my past is dead,
banished—
to the dungeons of my head.

James Garratt – Wednesday 4th March 1993

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