For The Urchin
Between Becton and Shorditch
There is a flat in Canton Street
Fifth floor in a dirty block
Overlooking nothing special
Just an average East End view
Yet inside lies paradise.
Sometimes I feel detached
Separated from the world around
Having nothing to share
No common path to walk
Paranoid like everyone
Yet there I am safe.
Time can pass so slowly
Each second lasts an hour
Freedom revolves around bondage
Wanting to be imprisoned
Needing to be secure
Within tattooed arms.
The sounds of anger leave me
Peace settles like a blanket
Surrounded by insanity sublime
My mind finds solace
Like bookends in a library
Embracing truth and light.
Daily Abstract Thoughts 