Here in this dream,
these same city streets
I've walked for so long
but now nothing seems right,
like a jigsaw puzzle
with the pieces cut wrong.
I run down old walkways,
the floor beneath my feet
feels the same,
cobbled and awkward to navigate
like it was created out of concrete
mixed with pure molten hate.
Still feel the pain in every foot fall.
Feel it shoot
from the balls of my blistered feet
into my spine,
a knife being pulled, drawn
along every nerve like nails down a chalkboard,
then a tonne of salt being poured
to preserve the pain.
Every last tear of hope
now stains
the ground beneath worn shoes
but now those streets
don't lead where they used to
and the street signs
offer up no clues.
Toward the centre
and all of a sudden
I'm lost.
All the familiar places
replaced In the dead of night
Where is the Costa?
The Starbucks.
What the fuck?
Nothing is where it was.
The pub where
so many plans were made,
now just an empty facade
and a dead-end road.
Even the place
I shared my first kiss,
now only exists
in the minds deepening mists.
This place used to make sense,
now I can't get my bearings.
My feet are heading one way
but my head is thinking different,
like tangled up spaghetti,
I can't get where I need to be.
Streetlights are blinding
and my muscles are feeling sleepy.
The streets keep feeding me,
leading me
back to the beast.
Back to the start
where the demons
want to feast.
It's all too confusing,
the paths are all oozing,
morphing around.
Swirling like a furious sea.
One minute I can see
my destination in front of me.
The next it's behind me, how can that be?
Everything seems to be disjointed.
there is nothing where the street sign is pointed.
Have I suffered
a mild brain/head separation?
Getting from A to B feels like
some military operation.
Thanks for reading
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