Along this narrow, dark alleyway,
A thought, a memory, or just my mind,
But there’s a reason I have come this way,
There’s something here I forgot to find,
And this lonely road I’ve walked before,
It brings me comfort I cannot describe,
The slums, the ghettos, hold something more,
They echo my fight to stay alive,
I think somewhere I saw a light,
I know there has to be a spark,
Concealed but somehow shining bright,
A light that’s hidden in the dark.
I find myself, it knows my name,
Though often I have chose to roam,
Here I belong, we are the same,
The paths of despair, I call my home,

J Henry