lost wandering around aimlessly in the dark
oh so hungry,cold, and weak from a broken heart
searching with all my might for a point to this pointless life
hoping that hope isnt useless but if it is im used to it
its nothing new in my life to run across a dead end
do an about face and head in the same direction
onward to charted yet unkown old but new places
new pain new hate new shame but no new faces
here i am once again but where is here and who am i
am i me or am i the disgusting disguise i
wear on the outside to hide whats on the inside
so you animals can not see the tears of shame that i cry
i wonder if at the end of ths long damp dark tunnel
is there really a light


andrew jones