1. The door read,
‘The past is never where you think you left it.’
It was all too familiar to me.
A harsh recollection.
A completely empty space;
A black void of space
3. I suppose that’s probably why
Grievances come creeping through my open door.
I stopped looking for the light at the end of the tunnel
I begged for strength In the darkness
4. I am I,
And I wish I wasn’t so fucking
Uncomfortable about it