Andrew
Inner Child
Copyright Andrew
To seek a desire
locked within my heart
I’ll walk through the corridors
that make a maze
within my mind,
to find what I’ve been looking for
a small hand
to guide my blinded eyes
towards a happiness
I once felt long ago
My ‘inner child’
I’ve once been told before
can guide me down this path
I know he ran,
as my spirit broke and left,
so did he
lost thru a dark hall he ran
I can follow
a trail a shadow left
from the pain that we felt
he ran to hide from the agony
memories locked behind each door
scences I rather forget
but never will they go
the pains that made him run away
Tears, blood, fists and torment
locked deep in me
and yet still im haunted
the trail is long
and I near the last door
I know what I will find
In the longest corrider,
In the darkest corner,
Shadowed by gloom,
I open the door
To a Blackened room
There I find
end of my hope
swinging back and forth
from a nylon rope
Is my inner child…
the end of my hope
Untitled
Copyright Andrew
Maybe I’m sick to my stomach,
Or am I just sick in the head?
Either way i cant hurt for much longer
You cannot hurt when you’re dead
Untitled
Copyright Andrew
Old Sydney Town used to
be floggings
from a tourists aspect
easy to see that circus
They made a raid on
Bathurst
As I came down Talbingo Hill
Come on boys says the Darkie, with
the Devil in his eyes
Can’t remeber the rest.
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