I wandered, lonely, through

These dark and dingy paths

Of past and mythical memory,

Feet slapping on cold stones of thoughts,

Tripping over ill-disguised cracks.

I’ve been here before,

Hands reach out, blindly groping

For signs of familiarity,

But finding only flint, scraping

New scars on a bruised body.

You are here, somewhere, I know,

You taunt me, unseen- all around

Echoes lead me to new ends,

But never a beginning,

Beckoning me deeper into my prison,

And amazing me with the feelings I forgot.