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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