CORNER OF ONESELF

The gate creaks on rusty hinge
A mournful song carried on the wind,
The little boy sits lost in the corner of oneself
Tears for the unknown love, lost amidst a heavy, clouded mind.
The imprint of her beautiful smile
Etched deep, scored and scorched to ones soul,
The boy runs without steps through unknown streets
A faraway land, never visited yet so familiar.
Heavy heart, heavier mind eat into the hours
Every minute one waits, one travels to seek her,
A little boy again, sat under blackened sky
Desperately needing his love to return.
Please climb inside my mind
You'll find me hiding from myself,
This little boy is lost amidst shattered dreams
The snow scene stands waiting for us on the shelf.
Your memory is just a shadow
One becomes I, we becomes me,
Where thoughts drift through the miserable catacombs
And One is he, she has flown free.
The corner of oneself frosts over
The wind drops, the gate creaks no more,
The little boy sleeps a tormented sleep
Running blindly in Cebu, please open your door........

Phil Hall  November 2013