When I reflect on what I see in me
I see a person trapped as low as can be
A prisoner like a bird in a cage
On the outside peaceful, inside a rage
It’s hard to put into words and explain
I can’t find words to describe the pain
I’m lost, my world is an empty place
I look in the mirror and see no face
I live in the past with my childhood days
Remembering yesterdays smiles lasting always
I was going to be an astronaut with the stars
Not a failed life with no destiny to chart
A single person was this really meant to be
Is my only true love to be writing poetry
What I see in me is dark for those who read
These words are true and from my heart they bleed

David Swinden© 29/2/2015