Somedays I allow my mind to race
To a beautiful darkened place
Allowing no one to see my face
Not interested with anyone's case.

These thoughts in me run like wild
And my vision becomes a bit mild
As I reminisce about being a child
Who’s not living in a life so defiled.

The cogs of my mind starts to feel
That the little boy I envision is real
And his presence begins to reveal
The part of me that has yet to heal.

It seems that I have failed to let go
The part of me that I...