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 forgot to know
But a vision of him begins to show
That the man in me has yet to grow.

This child that I subconsciously see
Is the mere shadow I still want to be
And I believe he is trying to tell me
That I can’t escape to become free.

These crazy thoughts inside my mind
Has shown a part of me I’d never find
And now I know why I’ve lived so blind
For that part of me wasn’t left behind.

That shadow in me still sheds a light
Proving that I still continue to fight
And though I know wrong from right
The essence of me lays lost by night.

Someday his presence will come back
And help me to get this life on track
By allowing the strength in me to crack
The lost memories I’ve turned to black.

Ken Stanley
© Ken Thuranira